Rosina and Esme screamed as they saw John and Michael both on the floor bleeding. Rosina ran to Michael whilst Esme ran to her dead husband.
Hoping for some hope of life within him.
No, as his eyes are not with it. No soul or breath in him. As blood pooled from the corner of his mouth.
Michael still hung on as Rosina with her palms flat against Michael's face, looked desperately into her tearful eyes. Michael smeared the blood from his hand onto the pavement.
A stain to be never removed
His head lay on her lap, and Rosina's eyes streamed with tears as she saw John dead.
The person who made her feel comfortable to be standing up to her sister.
Rosina's black gown soaked up the pigment that swam around the misdeeds, her hands carried the lacquers of guilt. Esme looked towards Rosina for help, pleading for her husband to come home and live. Both women screamed as they clung to the men, wishing for this agony of gore and death to end.
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Rosina and Esme waited for the ambulance both boys' blood still stained on them. It was a reminder of what Esme had lost and the occurring future for the women if they didn't flee now.
The women bundled the kids to the Lee brothers and their wives.
Rose couldn't speak as they trudged into the back of the ambulance with John's dead body whilst Michael was whisked away to the ward.
Tommy's eyes stunt with tears of the loss of his brother and nearly the loss of his wife and son. But when heard she was heading to the mortuary a sudden selfishness hoped inside him.
As the hospital rushed Michael to an empty exam room. Michael screamed in pain with his fists clenched. The doors burst open Michael being wheeled in.
"Please, can we get some help here? Please" Polly screamed for the life of her son
Doctors and Nurses rushed in to help him
"It's alright Michael, you gonna be ok, it's all gonna be okay Michael, you gonna be ok, just stay with us, stay with us. Breathe" Polly rambled
Tommy preyed in with two young men dressed in the peaky blinders suits and caps. Horrified to see before them. Only young and new
"No, no. I don't want fucking kids in here, I want soldiers, I don't want fucking kids in here who joined us for the sport... alright get out"
Tommy pushes out the young boys... I want men who served in here" Polly prayed to god for her son to live holding onto her boy's shoulders.
"Please god don't die" Polly's tears soaked into Michael's face
"Mrs Gray, please" the nurse begged pressing the towels onto the injuries hoping to pressure on the wound
"Pol, Pol" Tommy pushing her away from the doctors and nurses
"Fuck those bastards responsible!" Polly cried
"All right let me do their job. Let them do their job, I'll get soldiers, I'll be back" He pointed at his aunt to give her reassurance
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Tommy closed the door to the mortuary joining his brother Arthur who sat on the steps. Holding back his tears for the loss of his brother.
"Is it him?" Arthur pointed towards the body as the tears fell
"Yeah, on his doorstep. His fucking doorstep" The two doctors sustaining the dead bodies
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His mended heart
FanfictionTommy was never brought up with comfort and love , he was brought up with a scolding and a beaten. One duchess is gonna change that. Rosina was the goddess everyone desired to be. Inside Rosina was aching for an escape from her troubled life. A gan...
