Cemeteries wasn't her thing; hospitals either. If it wasn't for Tommy Shelby she would've never stayed in there.

At first, she wasn't allowed to see him. He was seriously hurt and the doctors had taken him in intensive care. Sullivan and the rest of the Shelby family were only allowed to know once in a while if he was doing better or not. However, Polly and she ended up screaming after a nurse called Nancy, who only started to shake. And cried.

When they took Thomas back into a hospital room, Sully almost hit the doctor for staying with him. Polly negotiated for her, though the Shelby were feared enough to have whatever they wanted. Sullivan was just on edge. Instead of apologizing to Nancy, she thanked Polly and told the other Shelbys she would update his condition as soon as he would wake up or something. Anything.

She stayed on a chair beside his bed, unwilling to ask for a bed, her hand holding one of his. Her eyes stayed open for a whole day, watching him breathing, worrying each time he seemed to struggle to. When he finally opened his eyes, she was staring into space, eyes focused on something in the white wall in front of her. It was a gentle squeeze on her hand which brought her back to reality. A reality where her man had now his eyes open, watching her carefully.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed, bringing his injured knuckled to her lips. "You're finally back with us," she commented, admiring his features.

"You're here," he whispered, his deep voice weakened by the lack of speaking.

The blonde giggled, shaking her head fondly. "Of course I am," she replied, "where else would I be?" She laughed again, inhaling deeply.

"They didn't hurt you?" he asked, though he remembered one of the man hitting her right in front of him.

"Are you nuts or something?" she exclaimed, running her hand through her hair. "Just a few slaps, whilst they almost killed you!"

"I thought you'll go with them," he spoke, frowning though it hurt his face.

Sullivan pursed her lips, trying to think about something to say. "As if," she only replied, rolling her eyes. "Are you seriously thinking you would get rid of me that easy?"

Tommy looked away from her, trying to hold the smile that was blossoming on his face, hurting a little as he focused on it. He looked around him, his eyes catching the night outside. "How long?" he asked, assuming she would understand what he was meaning, and as always, she did.

"Twenty four hours, dear," she answered, fiddling her fingers on her lap.

"Fuck," he cursed, looking back at her.

The blonde shrugged, pursing her plump lips. "This ain't so bad," she stated, earning herself a glare. "Don't look at me like that! Doctors said you could stay unconscious for days, maybe weeks. But," she continued, ignoring his try to speak, "you missed so many things in twenty-four hours."

Deciding to keep their serious conversation for later, he quirked the corner of his mouth upwards, trying not to focus on the slight pain it caused, his eyes scanning her features. He brushed his thumb on her face, thanking every god or whatever that she hadn't been taken away from him. "What?" he demanded, still caressing her soft skin gently, avoiding the large bruise her right cheeks was wearing.

"I," she began before she looked behind her. Feeling her cheeks heating up, she brought the chair she was sitting on closer to Tommy, so she wouldn't have to speak too loud. "I screamed at that nurse, Nancy," she whispered, dimples appearing on the corners of her mouth.

"Why?" Thomas exclaimed, trying his best not to laugh with her.

"She wouldn't tell me anything about you, I was dying with Polly," she exclaimed, sliding her hand in his again. "We were all so worried, I should probably tell them you're awake now," Sullivan stated, standing up.

She glanced down at her injured lover, wondering how she could let him by himself while he was in this state, but then she remembered he was Thomas fucking Shelby. If he could be alive after everything they had done to him, he would probably survive being left alone for five minutes. "Stop torturing yourself, just go," he ordered, reading her mind like he sometimes did. "I'll still be here, y'know," he muttered, making her scoff.

"There's no way you're moving from here anyway, is it?" she joked, but then bit her bottom lip, feeling guilty of joking around this way. "I'm sorry, that's not bloody funny," she apologized, letting him kissed the back of her hand adoringly.

"Just go before you'll say another sick joke," Thomas scoffed, letting her go. He watched her walking through the large room, blonde curl bouncing in her back. God, how grateful he was she was still here, alive.

As soon as she closed the bedroom door, Sully looked around the waiting hall, catching the Shelbys' sleepy forms. She stepped towards them, waking them up as she cleared her throat. Polly startled, standing up so quickly she stumbled in the blonde's arms. "Alright," Sullivan spoke once Polly had regained her balance, "he woke up."

"Oh my God," Polly exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "How is he?"

Sullivan smiled down at Arthur and Joh, both of them listening quietly. "Alive, Pol," she answered with a light laugh. "Defaced, but bloody alive."

Polly bit her lower lip, glancing down at her nephews, whom of which were already standing up, ready to go back home. "We'll leave you two to your reunion, but first," she added, lowering her voice as she approached her face to Sullivan's. "I went to the shop this morning. There was a letter for you," she explained, giving secretly the said letter to the blonde. "I hope you're not in trouble," the brunette wished before she was following her nephews down the hospital corridor, walking faster and faster until she reached their sides.

Glancing down at the letter, Sullivan had to bit the inside of her cheek to stop the upcoming exclamation in her throat, reading the scripture she couldn't forget on the paper. Sighing, she hid it in the neckline of her dress and walked back to Tommy's room; only to find an unexpected Mr.Campbell leaving the room, smiling at her when he saw her.

"What a surprise!" he exclaimed, greeting her with his awkward laugh.

"Speak for yourself," she retorted, her tone harsh. "I see that you're leaving," Sully announced, holding the door for him to get out. "I wouldn't want you to injure yourself," she added, placing a faux smile on her lips. The man seemed to sense the falsity of her action because he leaned forward, speaking loud enough to make sure Thomas would hear him as well.

"Don't forget, my dear," he advised, "that I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know you, and you owe me," he completed.

Sullivan swallowed, pursing her lips before she was turning to face him, smiling even brightly. "Have a nice day, Mr.Campbell," she politely wished before she looked down at his leg, "take care of that weakness of yours, we don't want you to lose another leg, do we?" Before he could reply, she was walking away, letting him close the door behind him.

"What was that?" she asked as she reached Tommy's bed, whom of which was throwing his legs out of his bed weakly. "The fuck you think you're doing here, mate?"

Sully rushed to the other side of bed, where Thomas was breathing deeply, his legs hanging in the air. "I can't stay here," he stated, lifting to look at her.

"I usually support you in whatever dumb decision you're making," the blonde assured, her hand ghosting his shoulder, "but this is the dumbest one you've ever bloody taken. You're not supposed to move for a good reason."

Tommy sighed, shooking his head slightly as if waving her arguments away. "I'm even weaker here," he explained. "If they come for me here, what would I do? I need to get out," he repeated, standing awkwardly. He seemed to lose his balance as soon as he stood up and she slammed her arms around his waist to avoid a fall.

"I was about to ask you about that strange leg of Campbell's," she assured, sitting him down on the bed. "Just stay still for two minutes, will you? If I let you go out, I ain't let you without decent clothes on," she justified, turning around to grab his coat.

"Been shot," he spoke as Sullivan turned around once more, holding both his coat and a shirt. "Grace shot him," he rectified as she watched him get dressed. She processed his words and when he was dressed again, she helped him up, letting him lean on her.

"Maybe I made a mistake when I fired her, after all," Sully sighed, adjusting his arm on her shoulders so she wouldn't fall on the ground.

"You didn't fire her," Thomas scoffed, looking down at her.

Sullivan glared, starting to walk slowly so he wouldn't have to hurt himself. "Shut up, heavy bitch," she cursed, smiling fondly.

Fortunately, Thomas wasn't that heavy. Staying in dark corners, they walked slowly, stopping sometimes for both of them to recover. Once they had left the hospital, she had assumed they would go to Charlie's yard, and that was exactly where they found themselves later. "I hope this gate's open," she groaned, pushing his arm away from her shoulders to let him unlock it.

"It's always open for me," he joked, looking down at her as soon as he had opened it.

"Who's there?" Charlie's voice rang in her ears, close enough to help her with Thomas.

"I know I'm kinda hidden under him," the blonde sighed, relieved by Charlie's help on Tommy's other side. The older man snorted while Curly brought a chair for Thomas to sit, his face showing his worry as he looked at his old friend.

"Curly," Thomas called, sitting down slowly, "Curly, get that oil you put on the legs when they go lame."

Sullivan sighed loudly, leaning against a wall, her fingers fiddling together. "Are you fucking mad?" Charlie asked, turning towards the blonde near him. "And you're okay with that shit?"

"What choice do I have in this?" she retorted, stepping towards the man. "It was this, or let him travel all the way here alone, in that state." Charlie breathed deeply through his nose, forcing to agree with that. At least, he hadn't come alone.

"They said you'd be in for another three weeks," Charlie spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I need to get on a boat to London," Thomas explained, ignoring his uncle's words. "Tonight."

Sullivan sighed loudly, running her hand through her hair. "You discharged yourself." Charlie spent a glance towards the blonde, whom of which was biting her lower lip to avoid screaming at Thomas, instead only staring at him.

"I'm a fucking sitting duck in there, Charlie," Tommy explained, glancing at Sullivan, whom of which only snorted. "Sabini could send a man at any time. I need to get some things done."

"You're burning up," Charlie affirmed after he had pressed his hand against Thomas's forehead. "Oh, Tommy! That stuff's for rubbing into fucking horses."

"I am a horse," Tommy stated, watching Curly bring the oil he had asked for.

"If you were a horse, they'd shoot you with this many broken bones," Charlie scoffed, turning slightly towards Sullivan. The female stepped towards them, laughing lightly at Charlie's response.

"Get the black powder, Curly," Tommy asked to a confused Curly. The man looked over Sullivan, looking for validation, and she only nodded slightly, allowing him to go. "Go. The black powder."

"Oh, you Gypsies," Sullivan laughed, looking down at Thomas. "We'll give a fucking hospital but here you're doing your own strange medicine," she completed, watching Tommy's face lighting up a little.

"What can I say?" he asked as Curly went back. "I need to sleep in the open air and feel the boat under me." Sullivan laughed slightly, her thumb ghosting his cheekbone before she was retreating back, letting them discuss about the boat. Once it was done, Charlie turned to look at her, nodding in her direction. They didn't need to speak with words.

As Tommy started to stand up, Sully reached his side, allowing him one more time to lay on her. He smiled down, listening to Curly on his other side before he spoke again. "Tell Polly she's in charge while I'm away," Thomas asked as they reached for Charlie's little harbor. "If I don't come back, tell her she's in charge for good."

Sullivan laughed, blonde curls falling in front of her eyes. "I take back what I said," she exclaimed, earning herself a confused glance. Charlie appeared in the corner of her eye, gesturing for them to get ready. "You don't know me at all," she completed. She helped him to get on the boat, smirking down.

"Keep an eye on him," Charlie muttered as he brushed past her. Sullivan nodded.

"You're not coming," Tommy stated firmly while Curly outstretched his hand for her to take it and get on the boat herself.

"Oh, hell I am," she replied, jumping on it awkwardly before regaining her balance. "I have something to do in London anyway," she said with a wink, thinking about the letter that was still hiding in her dress.

"Why aren't you listening to me?" Thomas demanded, rolling his eyes at her.

"Because I'm an insolent girlfriend," she replied with a shrug, brushing her hair behind her ears. "And because listening to you's never fun," she added in a lower tone, motioning for him to go downstairs. Sullivan looked one more time at Charlie, waving him goodbye before she was following Tommy cautiously, her hands ghosting his shoulders to prevent any risk of downfall.

"You're an idiot," the dark-haired male spoke as she shrugged. "What do you have to do in London anyway?"

"I'm not sure yet," she said truthfully, pointing the bed behind him. She heard Curly's footsteps coming their way, bringing her something to put on her lover's forehead. He glared at her accusingly while she turned away, telling Curly she would most likely join him soon.

"And here we're back to secrets," he accused.

Sullivan's expression went hurt as she stared down at him, lips pursed together. "Don't lecture me right now, because she didn't tell me about Sabini, and you almost died," she replied in a harsh tone. "At least I'm sure we won't risk our lives with it, but I have to find out myself before telling you. Plus, that was a low blow," she added, speaking her last words in a lower tone.

"I know," he whispered, taking her hand in his. "I'm sorry."

Sullivan smiled, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. "Get some rest," she advised, walking outside. "Call me if you need anything."

I think I'll start to update more often, what do you think?