The loud shriek from her lips was mostly from shock, as her mind tried to keep up with what was happening. First Miles was warning her, then Seamus was bleeding and several men in the bar seemed to rise but Miles was already leaving.
She could hardly breathe, hardly fathoming what had just happened, her mind spinning from the thought of never seeing Liam again. She wanted to cry, or scream but the more reality seemed to set in the more she realised she should not have pushed so hard - that it was Miles who held the strings when it came to Liam.
Right now though she couldn't think of that, she needed to focus on Seamus, and she turned to him and placed an arm protectively around his shoulders. 'Are you alright, love? What am I saying, of course you're not. Let me help you with that,' she said, ushering him to the back while still gesturing to people to sit back down in their seats. She was quite grateful when the door closed behind her and she could guide Seamus into the staff-room.
'Let me look at you, dear,' she said softly, and we'll do something about that bleeding.