Boston Blood

Thirty five

"Bridget, bring the car around now! Hurry!" Cillian screamed as he scooped Frankie up into his arms. He was covered in her blood and had wrapped his shirt around her, trying to stop the bleeding. She was unconscious now and white as a ghost. "Frankie! Frankie, stay with me. Wake up." He shook her, violently as he ran out the back door of the bar just as Bridget had jumped out to open the back door for them. He placed her in and got in beside her, letting her head rest on his lap. She was freezing cold. He grabbed his leather jacket from the floor and wrapped it around her. Bridget revved the engine and sped off down the street like a lunatic.

"Cillian, she's not going to make it. She's lost too much blood. Why the fuck were you there, anyway? Aidan told us not to go." Bridget's voice was quiet.

"Shut the fuck up. She's going to be fine. It's just a flesh wound. It's the shock, that's all. She'll be fine." Cillian didn't realise it but he had started to rub Frankie's hair and had her held tightly against his body. He was trembling.

"Does James know we're on the way?"

"I called him, Cillian. He knows."

Cillian nodded and felt a small wave of relief run through him. If anyone was going to save her, it was James. He was their personal medic and had patched up much worse injuries than this. He served as a medic in the Marines but after he was dishonourably discharged he began using his skills and anger to help his old friend, Aidan, for a handsome fee, of course.

"Frankie, wake up. You need to open your eyes, okay?" Cillian slapped Frankie's face, trying to stir her. She moaned and grabbed his hand, squeezing tight and groaning in pain. "Cillian? It hurts."

"Sssh, I know, I know. We're gonna get you fixed up, you hear me? You're going to be fine." He grasped her small hand in his and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw Bridget's disapproving eyes glaring at him.

"What?" He barked.

"Cillian, what are you doing? You have to stop this now. She's the enemy and a fucking rat. You better cut this shit out."

"You have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, Bridget. I don't want the fucking girl to die in the back seat of my car!"

"You are so full of shit, Cill. You fucking have feelings for her! Tommy fucking Ryan's daughter. Her father murdered your fucking father, Cillian! She's-,"

"Bridget, shut the fuck up! I am sick of this shit. She's in this mess because of us! Yes her father killed mine but she hates the prick just as much as we do. He was fucking horrible to her and her family. It's not her fault!"

Cillian felt tears burning his eyes and he quickly shook his head to try to stop the stupid emotions he was feeling. Guilt. He didn't know what was happening to him but all he could focus on was saving this woman's life. He couldn't let her die. He would never forgive himself.

"And she isn't a fucking rat, Bridge."

"What? What are you talking about? We know she went to the cops and ratted on Tony. She's the reason he lost everything. She's a traitor."

"She is the reason he lost everything, but it wasn't her that went to the cops. It was that scumbag, Joe. Frankie was the one who started the fire, Bridget."

"Fuck! seriously? Jesus, that girl is a crazy motherfucking kid."

Bridget was laughing and looked seriously impressed and Cillian felt the same.

They pulled up to James' house and brought Frankie inside. James showed them where his make shift operating room was and told Cillian and Bridget to let him work.