Part 42

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⚠️ ⚠️ MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE / GUNS / SEXUAL ABUSE ⚠️ ⚠️

⚠️ ⚠️ MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE / GUNS / SEXUAL ABUSE ⚠️ ⚠️

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My eyes shoot open. The light burns. My hand feels numb. I hear sobbing. It's JJ. What's wrong? I'm so lost. I take a deep breath.

"Brie," a small voice asks.

He stands up. His handsome face gazes down at me with red eyes. He almost smiles for a second.

"Have you been smoking without me," I groan.

He chuckles, "That'd only get me in trouble. Can't have the wife kicking me out tonight, can I?"

Then, his smile fades. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

He stays silent. Tears fill his eyes again.

"J, what's going on," I ask.

"I'll tell you everything," he whispers, holding back the tears. "But why don't we let everyone else see you first? Are you okay with that?"

I nod, and he nods back. He pats my hand gently before letting go. He walks away. I hear a door open, and footsteps. Then, I see Kie.

"Hey," she whispers. "You doin' okay?"

"Yeah," I groan. I watch as she backs away. Pope steps closer. "Look at you, living through a gunshot."

"What can I say," I ask. "I'm a survivor."

He chuckles, then joins Kie. Sarah steps up. "I'm so glad you're okay," she chuckles through sobs. She kisses my forehead. When she leaves, John B stands next to me. "Hey, B," he says.

"Hey, brother," I mutter. "Can someone tell me what's going on?"

John B glances at JJ. "Maybe we should let J tell you."

He walks around me to JJ. Resting a hand on his shoulder, he asks, "You gonna be okay?"

Wiping away his tears, JJ nods. John B looks at the Pogues, motioning to the door. They all leave where they came in. I look at JJ in confusion.

"Where are we," I ask softly.

JJ sniffles, sitting down next to me. "You remember my cousin, Ricky?"

I nod slightly.

"We're at his house," JJ tells me. "I don't know if you remember, but you were shot twice in the stomach. We brought you over here so Ricky could help you."

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