Five minutes later Rocco is sitting on a dining chair with his hand on the table. Connor grabs a dish cloth and stands behind Rocco and puts it in his mouth and uses it as leverage to hold Rocco tightly against his back as Murphy removes the iron from heat and presses it firmly into the bloody space where Rocco's finger should be. Rocco screams loudly and tries to pull his arm away. I lean forward quickly and press down on his arm tightly to prevent further injury. Murphy pulls the iron away and I bandage Rocco's hand tightly.

"Okay Murph, your turn" Rocco says breathlessly.

Murphy nods sharply and lies with his chest pressed into the dining table. I sit in front of him and hold his face in my hand.

"Just look at me, baby. Just look at me" I say gently.

Murphy nods and stares into my eyes as Rocco gags him and half sits on his back to keep him down. Connor lifts the iron back off the gas and presses it to Murphy's arm. The scream that comes out of Murphy's mouth and the look of pure pain on his face send daggers into my heart. His free hand reaches out for my shoulder and desperately clutches onto the fabric of my shirt. My hands shake uncontrollably against his face. Tears streams down my cheeks and sobs escape my throat but I keep my eyes trained on Murphy's baby blues the entire time.

Connor pulls the iron away and Rocco gets off Murphy and remove the dish cloth. My mouth replaces the dish towel fiercely. I never want to see that again!

I pull away and rub my eyes "Let me bandage you up" I choke.

More tears build up when I remember Connor still has to go through his. I bandage Murphy up as tightly as I had Rocco. We turn our attention on Connor. Connor sits on the table with his bare leg sitting straight on top of it. Murphy moves directly behind him and puts the dishcloth in his mouth and holds Connor tightly against him. I move to Connor's side and grip his wrist tightly. He looks down at me and does what Murphy did and keeps his baby blue on my multi-coloured. Rocco presses the iron onto his leg and Connor screams. His wrist breaks from my grip and he digs his hands into my hair. It hurts but that's okay. He's in so much more pain. My heart hurts again and the tears keep flowing at the look of pain on Connor's face.

Rocco pulls the iron away and I bandage Connor up. Once it's over I drop my head into my hands and breathe deeply.

"Rhi, love" Connor starts gently, placing his hand on my shoulder. I look up at him questionably "Your head wound, it needs stitches"

My eyes widen and I shake my head, instantly regretting the movement "No I don't! No one is putting a fucking needle in my head!"

Connor grips my shoulder. The look on his face is guilt and a different kind of pain. The type of pain that comes from hurting someone you love. "Do you even know how to put in stiches?"

Connor holds my face in his hands "Trust me"

Those two words mean everything coming from Connor or Murphy. I nod and swallow the lump in my throat.

"Okay" I say quietly.

Murphy kneels down in front of me as Connor holds the hook needle over the gas fire. My body starts to shake in fear.

"Hey, hey" Murphy says gently and strokes my cheeks gently "It'll be okay. Like you said earlier, just look at me"

I nod and immediately tense as Connor approaches me. He places a lingering kiss on my cheek and whisper "I'm sorry, Rhi. Forgive me"

"Already forgiven" I say

I remember the pain I felt when I got my tattoo. The needle piercing my skin over and over again. The feeling of it hitting my hip bone. That was nothing compared to having a needle hooked through my scalp. I let out a scream and Murphy's hands tighten on my head. I open my watering eye and look into Murphy's. That pain is there. The one Connor had earlier. I don't want them looking at me like that.

"It's not your fault" I gasp through the pain.

Murphy's eyes widen. He kisses me hard and I cry in pain into his mouth. The pain stops and is replaced by a dull thumping in my head. Murphy pulls away from my mouth and places his forehead on mine as my tears continue to fall and my body trembles with my calming sobs that start turning into hiccups.

Connor's arms wrap around my shoulder "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" He says repeatedly and guiltily

I lift my hand and grip his arm tightly. His muscles are tight under my hand "Connor, stop it" I tell him gently "Not your fault."

Connor turns my head away from Murphy and kisses me hard "Ya can't come out with us again" He says firmly

I sigh "Don't, Connor, just don't. You are not going out there without me. I am not gonna be one of those wives who sit at home, bakes cookies and prays, Con, and you know that!"

"Look what happened to ya! We don't want to see this again!" Murphy yells.

I let go of Connor's arm and grip Murphy's face between my hands and look straight into his eyes "Look what happened to you. Do you think I want to see this again? You jump I jump. That's how this is going to work. The things I have learned about love is that it's not all rainbows and butterflies. It's hard work, commitment. Sticking by each other through the best times and the worst. We don't get to turn away when we get scared and it's a two way street. You two don't want me to get hurt and I don't want you two to get hurt but we knew this was goin' to be a possibility when we started." I look up at Connor "Do you get that?"

Connor nods. I look at Murphy you nods too. I smile "Good"

I hear a sniff and look over at Rocco. The boys copy. "Roc, are you crying?" Connor asks

Rocco wipes is nose with his sleeve "That was beautiful, man"

Neither Connor nor Murphy laugh at Rocco. Both turn back to me. "Aye, it was." Murphy says.

"And she's right" Connor says

I grin and throw my arms around Murphy's neck and hold onto him tightly, my face buried into his neck. He hugs me back tightly and stands up straight. I pull away from him and turn to Connor and throw my arms around him. He hugs me back, lifting me off the ground slightly as he holds me to him.

I pull away from Connor and rub my eyes "I need a drink" I say with a sigh.