𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"john b." claire said and he snapped his head to look at her, he followed her eyeline and saw sarah.

"im shot." sarah said. claire's eyes widened as john b pulled his bandana off his neck and pressed it against her wound.

"i need you to push down, okay?" he told sarah.

"call terrance." john b said and she grabbed the phone.

"what's the number." claire said as her hands trembled.

john b tells her the number and she types it in fast.

"did you get the gold?" terrance answered.

"hey, look we got it." claire said and terrance celebrated.

"we got it, but listen we have bigger problems." claire said, "sarah's been shot."

"what?" terrance asked.

"yes, she's been shot in the gut. we need your help." claire said as her voice wavered.

"we're in the cane field, a mile up on the left." john b said into the phone.

"i'll drop a pin, i don't know how to get here. hurry!" claire said and texted terrance the location pin.

"help is on the way, okay? just stay with me." john b said. soon terrance and the girl, cleo, came and drove behind them.

claire and john b helped sarah out of the car.

"shit, sarah!" cleo yelled. claire got into the drivers seat while john b sat with sarah.

"i just texted you the address of a doctor. tell him i sent you!" terrance told claire and she nodded.

"okay and it's a hospital right?" she asked.

"no, you wanna get them caught?" terrance asked.

"i really don't give a shit, my sister needs help." claire said.

"he's better than any of the doctors in that shitcan. he's my guy. he got ya." terrance said and grabbed sarah's hand.

"sarah, look, you gonna be okay, baby. just breathe, relax, everything's good." he told her.

he then turned to john b.

"we're gonna meet at the wharf in eight hours, no more, it's hot as hell out there." terrance said.

"hey, you're gonna need some money." cleo said and handed claire the gold.

"thank you so much." claire said and cleo grabbed her hand.

"it's fine." she smiled.

"john b! take care of my girl. sarah! you're a fighter girl, hold on!" cleo yelled.

claire reversed out of the grass and followed the gps.

"what if they take the gold?" sarah asked.

"look, screw the gold, okay?" john b said.

"we gotta get you help." claire told her sister who was in pain.

claire sped up the car and almost hit someone.

"dude!" the person yelled.

"sorry!" claire yelled out the window.

"claire!" john b yelled.

as claire was holding the phone, she turned and it fell to the floor.

"shit." she said and tried to reach down to grab it.

"what are you doing?" john b asks her.

"i need the directions!" claire said as she tried to garb the phone.