Binding 13: Boys of Tommen #1
Binding 13: Chapter 64

“Shan?” Claire whispered in my ear. “Are you still awake?”

“I’m awak

e,” I croaked out as I lay on my side, completely motionless, and stared out the window at the city lights of the capital.

I hadn’t moved from this exact position since being thrust into the hotel room with Claire, Lizzie, Shelly, and Helen several hours ago, and told to stay put by a frazzled Mrs. Moore.

The girls had long since fallen asleep, with Lizzie in the single bed next to ours, and Shelly and Helen in the double bed on the opposite side of the room.

Not me, though.

I hadn’t closed an eye.

I was drowning in my concern.

Every once in a while, I checked the time on the analogue clock on the nightstand.

05:38 was its most recent reading.

Johnny was out there somewhere, lying in one of those big, lit up hospitals, having god knows what done to his body.

I didn’t know what was happening.

No one would tell me anything.

I didn’t have his phone number, and even if I had, I didn’t have a phone to use.

My heart was frozen in my chest.

Fear unlike any I had experienced before was battering me.

I was terrified for him.

“Do you think he’s out of surgery by now?” Claire asked.

I shrugged a shoulder, feeling numb to the bone.

Shifting onto her side in the tiny single bed we were sharing, Claire wrapped her arm around me. “They were taking him in around midnight – wasn’t that what Gerard said?”

Again, I shrugged helplessly.

I had no idea.

“He’s going to be okay, Shan,” she whispered, squeezing me tightly. “I’m sure of it.”

“I feel like can’t breathe,” I confessed as teardrop after teardrop fell from my eyelashes. “Claire, I’m so scared for him, and my body is frozen.”

“That’s understandable,” she replied, rubbing my arm soothingly.

“Is it?” I strangled out, fighting back the urge to scream. “Because I have no idea why I feel like I’m dying right now.” Sniffling, I inhaled several shaky breaths, desperate to get my emotions under control. “I have never been so scared in my whole life.”

“Shan,” Claire sighed softly. “You’re feeling like this because you care about Johnny.”

Nodding, I clenched my eyes shut and tensed my body to stop the tremors from racking through me.

“And maybe because you love him?”

Exhaling a ragged breath, I rolled onto my back and turned my face to look at my best friend.

“I’m so in love with him, Claire,” I confessed, and then I burst into tears. “I love him so much that the thought of him not being okay is killing me.”

“Does Johnny know how you feel?”

I shook my head and cried harder.

“I shouldn’t have left him,” I sobbed. “I should have stayed with him.”

“You couldn’t,” she said in a gentle tone. “Mr. Mulcahy would’ve never allowed you.”

“He looked so scared, Claire,” I strangled out as my body racked with sobs. “You didn’t see him, but he was so scared. And then they took him away in that ambulance. I watched him go. I watched them take him away. And now? Now I don’t know where he is or if he’s alone –”

“It’s okay,” she coaxed, wrapping me up in her arms. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“What if something happens to him?” I sobbed, clutching her for dear life. “What if something goes wrong in theatre –”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice a stern whisper. “He’s going to be fine –”

A soft knock on the door startled me and caused both of us to spring up on the bed.

My eyes darted to the three sleeping girls and then back to Claire.

She stared back at me, wide eyed.

“Girls,” a familiar, muffled voice came from the other side of the hotel room door. “Let me in.”

Claire held a hand up, motioning for me to stay where I was, before sliding off the bed and tiptoeing across the room.

“Gerard?” she whispered, pressing her ear to the door.

“Yeah, it’s me, babe,” Gibsie’s voice came from the other side.

Thank god.

Scrambling off the bed, I hurried to the door just as Claire pulled it open.

We both winced when the hallway light almost blinded us both.

“Hey,” Gibsie acknowledged as he stood in the doorway wrapped in a coat and beany cap. “Thought you’d be up.”

“What’s happening?” Claire quickly asked him. “Have you heard anything?”

“Is Johnny okay?” I demanded. “Is he out of surgery yet?”

“Were you talking to his parents?” Claire asked. “Is his mam with him?”

“Is he okay?” I repeated, voicing rising.

“One at a time, girls, Christ,” Gibsie muttered as he stepped back into the hallway and gestured for us to follow him.

We both went without hesitation.

“I just got off the phone from his Dad,” Gibsie stated as he leaned against the wall, looking pale and exhausted. “This goes no further than the three of us,” he added, casting us both warning glances. “Is that clear?”

We both nodded.

Gibsie, in turn, nodded wearily. “He’s out of surgery – everything went fine,” he quickly added, looking at me. “Your boy’s alright, little Shannon. Take a breath.”

“Thank god,” I breathed, pressing my hand to my chest.

The relief that flooded my body was so strong that I had to take a couple of steps back and lean against the opposite wall.

“When they opened him up, they found a huge-ass adhesion from where they operated on his adductor at Christmas,” he explained. “Apparently, it was pretty bad.”

“How bad?” I whispered, panicking again.

Gibsie grimaced. “According to his Dad, it was blocking Johnny’s sperm chord or some horrific fucking catastrophe like that.” Shuddering, he added, “Could have seriously damaged his chances of having a family further down the line.”

“That’s what was causing him all that pain?” I croaked out, devastated to think that he was in so much agony. “Oh, god.”

“Not just that,” Gibsie said with a sigh. “He has a bad infection in the leg and John Sr. said they had to perform something called concomitant surgery because Johnny had something called an Athletic Pubalgia they didn’t spot in his last tests and scans?”

“What the hell is that?” Claire gasped.

“Fuck knows, babe,” Gibsie told her. “I’m no doctor, and I have not one iota of what the fuck any of that means, but whatever it is, it was crippling him.”

“It’s a sports hernia,” I whispered, remembering reading about it once in an article at school.

“That’s pretty bad, right?” Claire asked.

“It’s excruciating,” I choked out, paling at the thought of how much pain Johnny had to have been enduring these past few months. “He must have been in so much pain playing with that kind of injury.”

Gibsie nodded grimly. “The doctors told his father that they don’t know how he walked around with the pain, let alone continued to play rugby.”

“Is he awake?” Claire asked with a hopeful expression.

Gibsie shook his head. “Nah, he’s still in recovery. They have him dosed to the high heavens, so he’ll be out for the count for another bit.”

“Are you going to see him?” I asked.

“Hell fucking yes, I’m going to see him,” Gibsie grumbled. “And you’re coming with me.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, little Shannon,” Gibsie replied. “He’ll want to see you.”

“He will?”

He nodded. “Go get your clothes on. I’ll call a taxi.”

“What about Mr. Mulcahy?” Claire added, worrying her lip. “He and Mrs. Moore said we’re not allowed to leave our rooms.”

“Coach can kiss my lily-white ass,” Gibsie shot back without hesitation. “That’s my best friend lying in a hospital bed, babe.”

“But, Gerard, it’s only six in the morning,” Claire added, sounding concerned. “And I don’t want you to get into trouble –” she paused to look at me, “either of you.”

“In the words of the late, great Freddie Mercury: don’t stop me now,” he told her. “Just go back to bed and I’ll text you in a bit.”

“Shannon, don’t go,” Claire turned to me and said, eyes filled with concern. “If you get caught, and they tell your father –”

“I’m going,” I croaked out, stopping her before she could finish that sentence.

I knew what would happen.

I also knew that it would happen regardless.

I was here in Dublin when I was supposed to be at home.

He was going to kill me anyway.

I had to go.

Hurrying back into the room, I threw my uniform back on – not easy in the dark and with sleeping roommates – and then quickly rushed back out to the hallway to where Claire was still standing with Gibsie.

“You take care of her, Gerard Gibson, do you hear me?” she was hissing. “Don’t leave her on her own at any time for any reason. And if you get caught, then you take the wrap, okay? I don’t care what you have to do, but you figure something out so she doesn’t get blamed for this –”

“Little Shannon,” Gibsie announced, nudging Claire’s shoulder to alert her to the fact that I was back and could hear them.

“Hi,” I breathed, smoothing down my coat.

“Ready for a jail break?” he added with a grin.

I looked to Claire who was worrying her lip and shaking her head before turning back to Gibsie.

Forcing the image of my father’s face from my mind, I exhaled a ragged breath and nodded. “I’m ready.”