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“Connall?” She opened the door wide and flung herself into Sean’s arms. He caught her one-handed. “Where have you been? These fuckers tried to kidnap me. Kill them all!” she shrieked, dropping back to her feet and gesturing around.
She stilled as she noticed Sean’s hand in mine.
“Who the fuck is this floozy? Is this where you’ve been? I’ll fucking kill her.” She launched herself at me with clawed hands.
I stumbled backwards against the corridor wall. Sean spun me away. Ian blocked her, and she caught his face, dragging her nails down before Sean captured her hands. She hissed and spat, trying to get at me. The hatred and fury on her face made me shiver as my heart pounded in my throat.
“Any fecking time now.” Sean bellowed at the surrounding staff.
James jumped forward with a syringe and jammed it into Mary’s leg as Ian held them steady. She turned her anger on the carer, twisting from Sean’s grip, and caught James’ face with a slap. Sean hoisted her over his shoulder and strode off back along the corridor with her screaming and thrashing at his back. He pivoted into a room we had passed earlier.
I jumped when a hand landed on my arm. Ian’s face had three long bleeding scratches.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
He merely nodded and escorted me towards the room. One carer looked frozen as we passed.
“Can you bring me some saline and gauze, please?” I asked her.
She took a few moments to process what I said. I gestured at Ian’s face, and she nodded, hurrying off.
“Doc will sort it out when we get home,” Ian said.
His voice was a deep gravel, his Irish accent fainter than Sean’s.
“Does Sean need me?”
Ian gave me a look I couldn’t decipher, and we both peered into the room. Mary was on the bed now, rolling her head listlessly.
“Sean?” she whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
“Yes, Ma. I’m here.” Sean’s voice was weary and nothing like I’d heard from him before.
“Where’s your father?” She frowned at him.
“He’s dead, Ma.”
She began weeping, and my stomach dropped. I pulled my head out of the room, not wanting to intrude. My heart broke for Sean and his mum. The carer reappeared, and I was grateful for something to do. I took the saline sachets with shaky hands and soaked the gauze.
“Let me clean those.” I gestured for Ian to lean down.
“The boss won’t like that.”
“Psst. You got injured defending him. Scratches can get infected.” I leaned on my tiptoes and wiped the gauze over his cuts.
After a few passes, I removed the drying blood and cleaned the wounds.
“What the fuck is going on?” Sean appeared seething and glaring at Ian.
I leaned back from where I’d balanced on his arm.
“I’m cleaning his scratches. They will need some cream to prevent them from scarring.”
“Don’t touch my men,” he barked.
Ian stepped away, tensing like he’d been electrocuted.
I glared at Sean. “He’s injured.”
