secret logophile | jj x oc

perturb

perturb; verb : make (someone) anxious or unsettled.

i couldn't even begin to explain the amount of anxiety in my chest when i found maya. the feeling is unreal. a word as perfect as perturb doesn't even reach my emotions.

i couldn't breathe.

-logan.

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"JJ! Call 911!" I sob.

My knees crash against the floor. My hand brushes Maya's face. I could see her chest rising and falling, but she was clearly unconscious.

"They're on their way." JJ states, jogging into the small bathroom. "What do you want me to do?"

"Uh, take my phone out of my pocket."

"What?"

"Just do it."

"Okay?"

"My code is 5106." I inform him. "Call Sarah."

"Got it."

We both listen to the phone ring.

"Where the hell is that fucking ambulance?"

"Sarah!" JJ shouts.

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sarah
jj

logan? where have you been?

sarah, it's jj.

jj?

yeah. uh, logan told me to call you.

why?

maya collapsed. we called 911, but someone needs to watch ben and aria. can you do it? or rose even?

uh, sure. yeah, of course.

shit. sarah, im sorry. the cops just go here.

okay. hey, jj?

yeah?

don't let logan out of your sight. she'll say she's alright, but she's not.

i know. she's like that.

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"Finally." I breathe out when the faded sound of an ambulance gets closer and closer.

JJ runs out of the bathroom and to the front door.

I stay on the ground grasping onto Maya's cold, dry hands.

"Maya, please. I need you to stay alive," I sob. "please, Ben and Aria need you. I need you."

She gasps for air. I can tell she's listening to me. She's trying to stay alive-- for me.

"Ma'am, step away." A deep voice demands.

I follow the sound of the voice and listen to his instructions-- unwillingly.

"Logan?" A small voice whispers.

"Shit." I mumble.

I knew right away that the voice belongs to Aria. She definitely did not need to see this.

When my mind was racing with thoughts and solutions, JJ scooped her up and brought her upstairs.

"Shh, it's okay," JJ whispers to her. "Let's get you to bed, princess."

A smile creeps on my face, but it doesn't last long before I'm being told to move out of the way.

"Excuse me? Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Where are you taking her?"

"Bellview memorial hospital." He states. "Visting hours start at 10am tomorrow morning."

"We'll call you." Another EMT says.

"Thank you."

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I sat at the kitchen table, waiting for JJ to come back downstairs.

I fiddle with one of my copper rings. Soon, a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

I wipe the falling tears off my face, and turn around.

"Hey." JJ whispers.

"Hey."

"You okay?"

"No." I state, looking towards the floor.

JJ takes his hand and places it on my chin, then lifts my head. My eyes meet with his, which just makes me cry more. He pulls me into a hug and rubs my back.

"I'm so sorry, Logan."

"S-she," I sob. "She's my bestfriend-- Maya. S-she has a-always been there. Always."

"I know, Love."

"I should've been there." I cry.

"No, no. Hey, you couldn't have stopped this from happening. She fell."

That's when it clicks. Maybe she didn't fall.

Maybe she did this on purpose.

Taking care of two teenagers and a toddler was difficult. Of course, I wouldn't know, but I could read facial expressions. I always knew Maya was struggling, but she wouldn't leave us, right? I mean, we need her.

"What time is it?" I question.

JJ looks at the clock behind me, "Uh, 2:04 am."

"Why haven't they called me?"

ring
ring
ring

My eyes dart to my phone. I quickly pick it up and bring it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Is this Logan Dellmore?"

"Yes."

"Maya Wells, she's okay. She just got out of surgery. Her vitals are stable and it looks like she'll be okay."

"Thank you so much."

"Of course. See you tomorrow."

tomorrow.

My parents-- they come home. Tomorrow.

shit.

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