Irish Promises

Chapter Forty-Four

Finn

Everything that happened after we heard Stas start to breathe again has just gone by in a blur of jumbled events.

Volkov is alive, barely. Taken somewhere to be dealt with when we know if Stas is going to be okay or not. I think they should have just dealt with him there and then. Hell I'd take great pleasure in watching him take his last fucking breath right now.

The ambulance came and took Stas off leaving us to follow behind, watching it weave through traffic. Blue lights flashing and illuminating the streets.

Then by the time we caught up with her they were carting her off down to surgery refusing to tell us anything until Dr Wallace arrived.

Collapsed lung. Broken rips. Fractured eye socket and skull. Internal bleeding. Life threatening injuries.

I sat and listened as Dr Wallace reeled off the list of Stas' injuries and the updates she'd received from the medical teaming working on her.

I just sat there numb whilst she warned us that the surgeons are doing everything they can to help her but the reality is it doesn't look good.

'She's lost a lot of blood' Wallace said but she didn't need to tell me that I fucking saw it.

I held her lifeless blood drenched body in my arms.

She was fucking dead. There's no two ways about it. She was dead in my arms and no matter what happens I will never get that image or the feeling out of my head.

It'll haunt me forever.

Me and Hugh wait silently in the hospital waiting room for Dr Wallace to come back and give us any kind of update. The last we heard Stas was in surgery but that was hours ago and we haven't heard anything since.

I have no idea where Blake and Cian are. Cian lost it the moment we made it to the hospital. He had to be dragged out by Blake before security had him removed or arrested.

If it wasn't for him I don't think we'd even be here right now but I know my twin and I know he won't be thinking about that way. He'll think he didn't do enough and if she doesn't make it he'll blame himself.

She has to make it.

For him, for me, for all of us.

Despite how fucking exhausted I am the moment the door swings open and Wallace walks in I'm up and moving towards her needing her to tell me Stas is okay.

I'm sure Hugh does the same as I see a shadow move in my periphery but I'm way too focused on Wallace to even care.

Before I can even open my mouth she holds her hand up to stop me.

"She's out of surgery and they're moving her to ICU now" she says and the relieved breath I let out deflates every part of me.

That means she's okay. It has to.

"They'll permit you both in for 10 minutes but that's all" she then says glancing between me and Hugh.

Neither of us ask any questions we just let Wallace guide us to Stas' room and the moment I step inside I know this image of her will another one that haunts me.

Her body looks so fucking small and fragile in the bed with all the wires and tubes leading from her into machines that beep and whir. Her face is completely unrecognisable with how swollen and bruised it is.

She doesn't look like her at all and just the sight of it causes my legs to feel like they disappear beneath me. I have to clench the end of the hospital bed frame just to keep myself upright.