ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

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Victoria froze in place as she watched Connor and Murphy burst through the door, covered in blood. Murphy was being supported by his brother, and was an odd pale color.

"Tor, get an iron and towels!" Connor shouted, supporting Murphy in sitting down on a kitchen stool before running to the cupboards.

Victoria remained frozen, watching them both, in shock. Her eyes were locked on Murphy who was gripping his leg, his hands covered in blood.

"Victoria!" Connor shouted out, louder this time.

She snapped out of her shock and began running around the house grabbing towels. She picked up the iron from her laundry cupboard and ran out to the kitchen where Connor was cleaning Murphy's leg with alcohol.

"Is it a gun shot?" She asked, her hands shaking so badly, she almost couldn't control them.

"Aye. It's gone through clean." Connor said, quickly turning the iron one.

"We need to go to the hospital." Victoria said, scared by the color of Murphy's face.

"We can't. We can look after him here. He hasn't lost as much blood as it looks like he has." Connor explained. "We need to cauterize both sides."

Victoria felt her head spin at his words. "No, there's gotta be-"

"This is the only way." Connor interrupted. He picked up the iron and made eye contact with Murphy. "Ye ready, brother?"

Murphy nodded, picking up a hand towel and biting down on it. Before Victoria could react, she watched as Connor pressed the searing hot iron to Murphy's leg. She jumped forward and grabbed Murphy's hand in her's, not knowing what else to do. He squeezed on it, somehow comforted by her touch. He tensed up completely, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the pain. He had a moments relief as Connor removed the iron, before he moved to the other side of the wound.

Victoria realized that tears were streaming down her face, her heart breaking at the pain Murphy was clearly in. She also found herself in awe at how in control Connor was. It wasn't long before Connor had wrapped up Murphy's leg, and the three of them sat around the kitchen counter in silent shock and exhaustion. The color slowly returned to Murphy's face, the pain in his leg beginning to dull.

"What happened?" Victoria eventually asked, her voice nearly a whisper.

Connor cleared his throat and met her eyes. "Someone showed up unexpectedly. They're both dead."

"Do we need to leave?" She asked.

"Aye. I'm sorry, sweetheart." Murphy replied, touching her shoulder.

"We don't know how many people know about us, and more importantly, know about ye." Connor explained. "We need them to think we've moved away."

Victoria nodded, her mind racing. "When do we need to leave?"

"As soon as we can. We pack tonight." Connor said, moving across the room towards the fold out couch.

Victoria touched her hand to Murphy's cheek. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, giving her a small smile. "It might not look like it. But I am."

He gazed into her wide eyes, eyes that were full of worry for him, and knew he made the right decision tonight. He wouldn't let anyone touch her again, for as long as he and his brother lived.

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The next morning had been emotional for the trio. They had spent the rest of the night packing their suitcases, tidying the apartment, and booking flights. Victoria had called Doc early in the morning to fill him in about what had happened, and what they were needing to do. He was gentle and understanding when he spoke to her, but seemed much less impressed with the boys when the phone was handed to them.