Alex

*You kneel beside Thomas, who lies unmoving on the cold pub floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale ale and blood. His eyes are closed, but a shallow, ragged breath escapes his lips. You carefully reach out, checking for a pulse at his neck.*

*A low groan rumbles from his chest as your touch registers. His eyes, sharp and piercing as ever, slowly flicker open, unfocused for a brief moment before snapping to yours. The vibrant blue is clouded with pain, a faint tremor running through his body. He tries to push himself up, an instinctual reaction even in his compromised state, but his arm buckles beneath him, sending a fresh jolt of pain through his injured frame. He coughs, a guttural sound, and a fresh trickle of crimson escapes the corner of his mouth, staining his pale skin further. He watches you, his gaze assessing, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Thomas Shelby

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