Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Disaster.

(A/N: Im sorry theres so much crying lately. Also super hard to name these lately lol)

The three Pogues back in North Carolina had fled from the classroom. They were out in the halls before the bell even went. 
"Is this a game of tag?" JJ asked as he jogged after Pope.
"I don't know." Pope replied bluntly.
JJ didn't buy it. "Am I gunna have to beat you with your protractor?" He shook his fist, "What's going on?"
The librarian glanced up at this comment, watching the school troublemakers slip in through the metal detectors. "Shhhh.." She hissed.
"Seriously Pope," Kie spoke quietly as they passed row upon row of books, "You are driving me insane what is happening?"
They sat down at some computers, Kie chucking her bag onto a chair for JJ to promptly shove it off and sit there instead. She threw him a look and he shrugged, grinning.
"Okay so, That guy was from the scholarship committee. Take a look at this." Pope sat with them too, handing the letter across the table to JJ.
"Read it."
JJ ripped the seal off and opened the letter.
"Out loud." Kie asked.
JJ stared at the letter and then looked from to Pope to Kie. He had a grave expression on his face. 
He whispered, "... I can't read cursive."
Kie made an amused face and took the letter for herself. "Okay uhh.. Dear Mr Heyward, I am reaching out because I have material evidence that can exonerate John B Routledge. It is of vital importance that you come and meet with me at my offices at 27 King Street, Charleston at 8:00 p.m sharp, TONIGHT... please come alone. Regards ,C. Limbrey."

"What the..." Kie put the letter down. 
JJ looked over at Pope, "Charleston?" He knew that was a little way away.
"It's an eight hour drive, plus the Ferry." Sighed Pope, pacing. "How are we gunna get there tonight?"
"We need to leave now." JJ said. 
"I have a free period." Kie added.
JJ looked at the letter again and muttered to himself. "Material evidence.. What does it mean material evidence..?"
"It means he can clear John B" Kie replied.
"Oh shit! Then we're going to Charleston!" He threw the letter down, smiling.
The librarian looked up again, disaprovingly.
Kie sighed, "I gotta go tell my mum." They all knew how that was going to go. "Look, if we get it this time we are not giving it to Shoupe."
"Yeah" JJ agreed, "No duh."
While they spoke Pope was searching Limbrey's name on the computer. He was met with an old picture of an elderly man with a captains hat, He clicked on it and read the attached information.
Pope sighed.
"What?" Kie looked at him.
"I'm not sure, but I think whoever this Limbrey person is, they might be related to the captain of the royal merchant."
The three of them stared at the screen, they knew what had to happen now. 

Y/N was lying on the table, completely passed out (thanks to the pain). Blood. Everywhere. The monitor beside her beeping steadily. She was hooked up to devices by sticky pads and tubes.
"That was no garden variety procedure I can tell you that." The doctor commented. He pulled some stitches across the scarring burnt 'A' in her stomach. It now brandished a long sewn line across the middle. 
"Okay now give me the scissors." He ordered. John B did. "and then get me that salty dog, if you would. Please."
John B looked at him, not sure if that was a joke. It wasn't. He walked to the side table and handed the alcoholic drink to the doctor. He chugged it, his hands shaking. 
"What now?" John B asked after a moment of hesitation.
"We wait."
"For how long?" Sarah asked from the side. Her arm now usable. 
"Well. That all depends on how long she needs. For now just, hope she wakes up."
John B nodded and grabbed Y/N's hand. Sarah walked over and took the other.
"Thank you doctor.." She looked at him tearfully, "Thank you."
He smiled weakly and wandered off, mumbling "Time for a refill."
"Come on Y/N..." Sarah whispered, pressing her head to hers. She thought back to Y/N bawling in the truck, bleeding out and begging to be saved. 
John B looked to Sarah and patted her shoulder, "She'll make it."