Joey. I could hear Joey. He was here. And suddenly the pain was gone. The kicking stopped. The feel of two pairs of hands wrapping around my body filled my senses—what was left of them—and I opened my eyes to the sight of my little brothers attempting to protect my body with theirs. Tadhg was bleeding. At least, I thought he was. His cheek was smeared in bright-red blood. Maybe it was my blood. I couldn’t tell anymore.
