The door to the busy betting shop swung open with such force, that it began to shut itself on the three people hobbling their way through it. Luckily for the petite blonde, Arthur used his leg to stop the door from breaking her nose, and Bash stuck out an arm blindly, hoping for a little bit of luck.

Polly, who had been busying herself with a cup of tea and the newspaper, looked up at the ungodly sight and sat straighter in her chair - frozen in the spot, her legs unwilling to move and help.

Ada noticed the look on her aunts face and jumped up to help, after all, she had completed one nurses course in the church hall. She was basically a fully qualified nurse already, she just needed someone to fetch her the iconic red hat and blue pinafore.

"Finn, mate, get us some chairs." Bash's voice cut through the clattering of items, and the pounding in his own head.

He knew Finn would be lurking somewhere, probably trying to get the very best viewing spot in the room, so the sound of hurried pitter patters against the floor was a much welcomed sound. Bash knew Finn longed to be thought of as useful, as did he, so this was the very best he could've done given the circumstances.

"Elizabeth Grey, I take it?" The blonde nurse spoke, placing Arthur down on the chair first before guiding Bash to the next.

Pollys head turned to face her, her legs now kicking into action to lend a hand, wherever useful, a brow raised in almost a silent question.

"Dont worry, I won't report this to the gods above," what the nurse had wanted to add was that she was hired by a very particular man to take care of only Sebastian Shelby until the doctors saw fit, "I was wondering if you had any Vodka, or rum? Light, preferably."

Polly shook her head, all they had at the betting shop or house, was ale. Lots of ale, but nothing stronger, not with the way Arthur drank on the weekends.

"No, sorry love, I can send Finn to go and get some —"

A second was all it took for the nurse to wipe her bloodied hand against the white pocket of her frock before quickly extending it towards the elder for a quick hand shake - and a quick handshake it was, her attention going almost entirely back onto the Shelby brothers who sat moaning and groaning.

Arthur more so than Bash.

"Oh, how rude of me! I'm Elsie Gilbert, Sebastian's nurse. I was on my way to do a house call when I found the pair."

Ada made a literal note of that as she was walking past with an old ripped up bedsheet, and a bowl of hot water. She'd remembered somewhere that hot water was good for something, she had only gotten past the choking section of the lesson before she'd been kicked out for giggling.

John watched as the little nurse worked her way through his brother's faces, prodding and poking to make sure nothing was too badly broken, or beyond her abilities to fix. He could've been there too, helping, but it was more of a woman's job than his. He did always find that broken noses made him a little queasy, even if it wasn't his own this time.

"Don't it hurt?" John finally decided to make his presence known, walking behind Arthur, slamming his hands against his shoulders. Which, after he did it, he realised how bad of a decision that had actually been.

He'd probably just made the situation worse, but at least that meant the cute nurse got to stay a little longer.

"Course it fucking hurts, you daft prat." Arthur braked for a wheeze of air before continuing, "I didn't do this for fun, you know? It was them fucking coppers, the new one."

The brother all eyes were on stayed silent, of course it hurt him, but he was used to the constant irritant that came from the pain caused in France all those months ago, so he didn't necessarily feel like exclaiming that he too was in pain, even with the same and a different form of it. He felt like it was now Arthur's turn to feel like a burden, even if only momentarily, it meant the weight was lifted off of his shoulders and onto someone else's. Someone who could carry it far better than he could.

Polly grabbed Elsie by the elbow and began to escort her towards the door, dragging Ada along with them on the way. Though, what Ada lacked in grace and decorum, she made up with her foghorn of a voice.

"And who beats up a blind guy, anyway?" Though hushed, Ada's voice still echoed through the loud room, carrying it through from person to person before landing in everyone's ears.

Elsie had found Bash and Arthur miles away from where Bash had expected. They weren't near the cut, nor were they near the betting shop. They were sort of — in the middle, but nowhere in between at the same time.

She had been on her way to do a house visit to the very Shelby she'd found. It was stated in his notes that if he had failed to make the appointment, he'd have no choice but to put up with medical personnel in his house. It was a deterrent, but some people really were not fans of the sterile environment any hospital gave.

If it hadn't been for her inability to leave an injured man alone in the streets, she would've walked past and thought nothing of it. People fought in the streets almost daily, how was she to help everyone if no one helped themselves.

"Has someone told Thomas?" Pollys voice added rather loudly, amongst the hisses and grunts from Arthur.

Neither brother who sat in the chairs wanted Thomas to enter through the doors and give them a quiet scolding, it was a fluke accident - them being pulled off of the streets by coppers who weren't on their books, and it could've been anyone!

It could've been John or even Thomas himself.

The copper had really done a number on Arthur's hand, he wasn't sure if he'd ever hold a gun the same way again. Of course, a few broken fingers wouldn't stop him from holding a gun, or a knife for that matter.

"I believe Finn will, when he's gotten the rum." Elsie added, tilting Sebastian's head up towards the light, moving it gently left and right to see how much extra damage had been caused.

Luckily, it appeared Arthur got the blunt end of the attack but it didn't mean Sebastian was free of any serious issues. The blood in his eyes, for one, must've been creating more of an issue that before, and the rather deep incision above his left eyebrow wasn't helping the matter either.

"If you could return your focus onto my brother, I can wait a little while longer. It doesn't bother me." Bash said; gently reaching out to grab the wrist of the hand that he could almost see in front of his eyes.

The once white piece of fabric now stained red with his blood fell into his lap as Nurse Gilbert loosened her grip by the startling reaction of Bash. As she muttered a few apologies about her unprofessional actions, Bash waved his hand nonchalantly around. Her thoughts of unprofessional were far better than his; and those of his brothers.

                            On the other side of the street, the little legs of Finn Shelby had carried him in record timing to the giant green doors of the Garrison. Before he had gathered the right words to ask someone to open the door, a drunken Scudboat walked out, giving Finn just enough space to sneak past and into the crowded pub. The stale ale attacked his senses but he still had enough wits about him to get the job done.

He then began to weave between the legs of most of the towns football team, using the tables to his advantage, until he reached the very front of the room. Had he been a year or two older - or with a hair or two upon his chin - he would've been in and out without a problem.

"Harry! Harry, we need rum! The lady wants light rum!" Finns voice called out, barely audible above the jeers from the other patrons.

The girl behind the bar noticed Finn, but wasn't entirely sure how to deal with such a young lad asking for rum, she'd never had to deal with that down in Galway, but then again - she'd never had to deal with the likes of the Peaky Blinders either.

In fact, instead of asking Harry, who was a few steps away, talking to another customer, she opened the doors to the private room and waited for someone to stand up and greet her.

Thomas was the only one in there, and instead of standing up, he stared at her with a raised eyebrow, and such a look in his eye that left little to the imagination.

"Sorry to disturb you," she took a break, swallowing on the non existent pit that formed in her throat, "- Mister Shelby, but your youngest brother is asking for a bottle of rum, am I to give it him?"

That got Thomas up and on his feet, taking large strides out of the private room and into the now silent open area.

Not a single eye glanced up from half empty pint glasses, not that they feared that particular Shelby, no one wanted to get in the wrong side of him. He held grudges, better than the next man.

"Finn?" Thomas's voice called out quickly and sharply, there was no time for funny business, no one ever sent Finn into the Garrison alone. Not after he tried making bets with an overly drunk Ian Hogharty.

Though, he had won, and that had made every single brother proud of the little lad. Not many people had the gall to make such an outlandish bet where they weren't the ones in favour.

"This woman said we need rum 'cause Arthur and Bash got into an accident."

What woman, Thomas didn't know, but the frantic look that coated his brothers every feature made it sink in that this wasn't just a joke between boys. Something really had happened to Sebastian and Arthur, and Thomas didn't know what.

He didn't allow the dread to sink in, he didn't want to panic Finn or show anyone that the great Thomas Shelby had been rattled.

Grace slid a bottle of light rum onto the counter, watching as one large hand gripped the neck whilst the other grabbed the collar of the younger Shelby's jacket.

"Now, what do you mean by accident? How bad is it, come on. Walk and talk."

As if on cue, Thomas burst through the door with two bottles of light rum in one hand, and Finns hand in the other. Those frantic blue eyes glanced from brother to brother, wondering who on earth would've done something so blasé and reckless.

Of course; while the rest of the room knew it was the new copper, Thomas didn't, and no one but Arthur and Bash knew the why.

Tommy looked between the blonde woman, and his brothers a few times before making the final few steps to pass on the light rum. Of course, he wasn't going to ask the all important question with a stranger in the room. He didn't know who she was, or who she worked for - she couldn't be trusted.

"Who's this?" With a head tilt in the direction of Elsie Gilbert from Tommy, Polly shook her head finding it rather funny that there was finally someone in his city that he didn't know.

Elsie's eyes didn't flicker upwards, she kept her gaze on her patients, watching as Arthur's chest shuddered as it rose and fell - not liking what she saw.

Although her hands were still trying to see how far the cut on Bash's head ran, she couldn't help but worry about a broken rib. They were far too hard to heal, especially when the injured don't know how to take things easy.

"Nurse Gilbert, Sebastian's nurse." Elsie replied quickly, grabbing a piece of rum soaked fabric from the bucket Finn had grabbed from somewhere.

The raised eyebrow on Tommys face flattened back to its usual place in the midst of a scowl, earning a light shove from Polly.

"And we can speak freely?"

Elsie shrugged, not caring for Shelby business, just Shelby welfare.

"The coppers from Belfast dragged Sebastian and Arthur from just by the cut," Polly started, fixing Arthur's fingers with a small roll of brown fabric.

Tommy listened, already the cogs in his mind had halted on the information that the inspector was after the guns, but to hear they'd kidnapped two people with no important knowledge in the contraband that had been stolen was rather puzzling.

"Said I was the boss, so I told him we'd hold a family vote-"
"A vote"
"He wants us to help him find em'."

Of course, he everyone knew that wasn't a likely scenario, the Peaky Blinders didn't help the coppers - not even the ones on their payroll. It was more likely that they'd get a flying visit from the King... but at least that had an inkling of a chance of happening.

Thomas came up behind Sebastian and started to slowly pour the light rum against his wound at the behest of Elsie, he saw his brother shrink back in his seat, the stinging obviously becoming too much to handle but he didn't make a sound. His eyes scrunched up and he bit down on the leather John had placed between his teeth - aside from that, no one would've known he was in any discomfort.

After causing pain to his secret favourite, Tommy placed a gentle kiss atop Sebastian's head who didn't try and move out of his brothers path.

At that moment, Elsie saw the Shelby's for who they were. A family trying to do whatever they could to stick together, to help and provide whilst also staying individual. It was hard to do with five boys, she'd know. She had four sisters of her own, personalities were bound to blend into one but them?

They stayed as themselves, from what she could see.

Sebastian finally cleared his throat as if to talk, before simply just shuffling in his seat. His nurse and brother had moved on from him and onto a private conversation a few steps behind him, so he sat staring.

All eyes fell upon the silent Shelby, his own were trying so hard to focus on the shadowy shapes he could see, or he'd tricked himself into thinking he could see.

It was if by fate that he could tell everyone was expecting him to chime in, as if he'd seen anything - which, obviously he hadn't, but he did have something to say.

"One of em' was convinced I was you, Tom."