Alexander "Sasha" Shelby is the most academic of his family. While he possesses an high intelligence, he deliberately wastes time being completely irresponsible. Much to his families disapproval.
(Freddie's P.O.V.) Sasha was hanging on my shoulder as I dragged him along with me. Every once in a while he whinced in pain. We made it to the Garrison when Sasha couldn't continue any longer due to the blood he was loosing. Nearly falling down from my shoulder. I look around and notice that there was a light on in the Garrison. I haul Sasha over who cursed me out in Romani. With a fist I loudly bang on the door, untill Harry openes it. His eyes immediatly widen when he see's the wounded Shelby. Without giving him the time to speak, I move past the bartender and pull Sasha with me. Omce inside Sasha immediatly pushes me away and takes a few steps away. Before loosing balance and basically falling onto the counter from the bar. The Shelby kid lifts himself up slightly and grips the side where his wound is. "Fucking bastards!" He loudly cursed out, obviously not meaning either me or Harry. Sasha looks up towards Harry who looks at him anxiously. "please, I-I don't want any trouble-" he beggs for us to leave. "Is there anybody else here?" I asked Harry, ignoring the begs that leave his mouth. "N-no. There is no one else" he replied looking around the empty pub. "Alright" I nodd realising everyone was indeed gone. "Sasha let's go" I stated and grabbed the youngster around the waist again, so I could lead him to the largest table in the pub. "Clear the table" I ordered Harry as we arrives. He did so and I let Sasha go, so I could help Harry aswell. I watch as the boy leans on the table before pulling his coat back revealing the blood white stained dress shirt. "Ah fuck" he hissed looking down at it. I also move forward to look at the wound.
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"Get his coat" I said and motion to Sasha's coat which he had trouble getting off. The two of us help the Blinder out his coat and Harry walks away to hang it on the coatrack. "Harry! Come help me lift him onto the table". I push my arms underneath Sasha's armpits and pull, while Harry grabs his legs and we lift the groaning Shelby brother onto the table. A strain of curses leave his lips at every move. He's in so much pain, he can't even lie still. His whole body is aching in pain, his hands and legs twitching every second. I move over Sasha and pull on his dress shirt, that have been neatly tucked in his trousers, out of them to inspect his wound. A bullet sized open wound appeared and blood seeped out of it quickly. "Do you have a cloth or something, so we can stop the bleeding?" I asked looking up at Harry, who nodded and went to go find a cloth. He returned and placed it against the wound, keeping pressure on it. "agh fuck! Fucking hurts" the youngster stated and looked up to the wound briefly, before letting his head fall back down onto the wooden table again. "It hurts because there is a hole in your stomach, smartass" I tell him, "do you remember why you have a hole in your stomach?" I continued as if I was speaking to a toddler, while Sasha still writhed in pain, "there's a hole in your stomach because you have never been able to keep that mouth of yours shut". The boy looks up at me and glares angrily as he bares his teeth in pain, his hands shaking due to adrenaline. A strained "fuck you" leaves his mouth. "Yeah? Fuck me later, now shut the hell up!" I ordered the brother to shut his mouth. I turn my attention to Harry. "Keep putting pressure on it" I said pointing to the cloth in his hand that was pressed against Sasha's abdomen. Before retreating from the table to call his brother, specifically Tommy. Who considers Sasha as his favorite brother. He might not admit it, but Sasha is the true favorite of Thomas Shelby. His partner in crime, the one who is always ready to join Tommy in mischief adventures. Someone Tommy can rely on with his quick thinking and sharpness. Which Tom needs during meetings or hearings. The head of the family is nothing without the wits of his younger brother. "Hey! Where are you going?!" Sasha yelled after me, but I ignore him completely. Which of course he doesn't appreciate it and cursed me out once again. I arrive at the phone that is located in the pub and call the Shelby house. Tommy is the one who answered and I came quick to the point. Telling him about how I found his brother and to bring Jeremiah over who can sew the wound and to be quickly. I arrived back to the table. "Alright, Sasha" I said coming to stand by his head, "Tommy is coming and he is bringing Jeremiah. But it's going to take a while" I explained. "What the fuck is a while?!" The boy sneered at me, "now take me home" he then demanded, "no, Tommy said to wait here" I tell him and tap the table, indicating we are staying, "no, no. When-when you've been shot, you-you can stay. But I'm-I'm leaving" Sasha said, stumbling over his words due to the adrenaline coursing through his body, "yeah, I got bullets in my stomach to, remember?" I remind him of the time that I took a bullet for his favorite brother Tommy. If there was one thing you need to know about Sasha is, that if he was in the war, it would've been him who took the bullet. Hell, Sasha would take a bullet for every one of his family members. "it was one bullet! Fuck you!" He retorted annoyed that I brought it back up again. Clearly being displeased with not being the one who took the bullet for Tommy back then. "I want you to take me home. Take me home!" He screamed at me in anger, "I don't work for you, Sasha. And your brother says that you stay here". The youngest forwns in rage at me. And with the little bit of energy he has, makes a quick move wanting to attack me, but he gets intercepted by Harry. "Fuckin' hell!" Sasha curses immediatly due to the pain that shot through his body at the sudden movement. Just in time when his three older brothers arrive with Jeremiah. Who all immediatly come to help Harry out with holding the thrasing Sasha down. I take a step back, to give Jeremiah some space to work. I watch him lean over Sasha to reach for the wound. He pushed Harry's away to look at the bloody wound "lets have a look". "No, fuck off, you're not touching me" Sasha snapped, pushing Jeremiah away. Before turning his head his brothers, now demanding them to take him home "take me home!". "No, we do it here" Tommy stated leaning into his brother's face. After reluctantly agreeing, Sasha finally let Jeremiah inspect the bullet wound. He pulls Sasha towards him, so he could look at the boy's back, immediatly enlistening a sharp curse from the boy's mouth. "The bullet went through, that's good" Jeremiah answered and looked up at everybody, before carefully laying Sasha back down. Sasha writhes in pain as he begins to cough weakily, but I can see he is trying to fight against falling unconcious. I look back to Jeremiah, who pulls a thread through the eye of a needle. The younger Shelby weakily lifts his head to look at Jeremiah, wanting to know what he was doing. "What... the fuck is he doing?" He questioned out of breath, "he's going to fix you up, now stay still" Tommy ordered him, laying a hand against his collarbone to push him back down on the table. "no fucking way, he isn't!" Sasha snapped and tries to push Tom away, "No, no, no, no. I think we should, uh, we-we can, uhm come up with a different plan". "Since you are the smart one, why don't you think of a plan" Tommy said turning to look at him. His face showed clearly, that Sasha wasn't going anywhere, no matter what his plan would be. "Actually, I think I'm good" Sasha stated looking between everyone as he once again tries to leave, "I'm as healthy as a horse". Meanwhile, without realising what was about to happen, Jeremiah approached and pours whiskey over Sasha's wound. Who immediatly squirms and flinches violently, trying to get away from the pain. "Hold him" Jeremiah tells all four of us. We all grab a hold of the trashing and kicking brother. "Get the fuck away from me!" Sasha sneered and tries pushing all of us away, "all fucking five of you!". But me and and his older brothers ignore his request and pin him down to the table, loud grunting gets muffled by Arthur's arms that held Sasha in a headlock. But not to tight to choke the boy. "Pull him this way" Jeremiah tells us and motions his hand to himself. Sasha continues to try and break free, but is unsuccesfull as we are able to hold him down. Jeremiah begins to sew the wound and loud hoarse screams leave the youngest Shelby that was currently here his throat. I see Sasha glance up to see the needle and thread be sewn through his flesh, before he slams his head back in pure pain. Jeremiah keeps a steady hand as he continues. Sasha still keeps up his fight and flinches every time the needle pierced through the skin. "One more" Jeremiah said carefully sewing the last part of the wound. "Ow fuck!" I heard Sasha curse and gasp and cough in pain. His struggles begin to quiet down and then he passes out due to the immense pain he was enduring.
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Only breathing softly. I was suprised he was able to be consious this long. Jeremiah loops the needle to make a knot close by Sasha's skin then cuts the remaining thread. Even in his passed out state, Sasha grunts softly at every tug of the thread. My friend takes a step back and briefly glances to his blood covered hands. "Turn him over". Me, Tommy, Arthur and John do as Jeremiah says, and turn Sasha onto his stomach. Arthur grabs the whiskey bottle and pours the liquid over the exit wound. This time there was no flinching or fighting. Jeremiah sews the exit wound. I suddenly notice Polly stand in the entrance of the Garrisom with concern on her face. Clearly she heard and saw everyone leave the house quickly and wanted to know what happened. I look at her but she ignores my gaze completely. Only stepping forward to stand by Sasha's head. Before lovingly brushing her hand through his thick hair. "good boy" she whispered in a soothing manner. Like a mother does to her child who needed to be calmed down. Polly turned to eye Jeremiah as he further works on the wound. After the thread is cutt, we pull Sasha back to his previous position onyo his back. Still lying unconsious on the table. I watch Polly lay her hand on the teens forehead. "He'll be okay" Jeremiah tells her with a soft smile. Silence falls in the room while everybody watches over Sasha. Before Tommy speaks, wanting to know what happened. But I tell him what I know. About two guys leaving the area where I found Sasha, bit nothing else either. Not why they nearly killed Sasha, or who they worked for. "Only he knows" I said gesturing to the unconcious brother. Tommy nods in understanding. "Then we'll wait until he wakes up".
