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𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

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Aleena's POV:

I stumble, struggling to carry JJ's weight on my shoulder as we make our way towards the Chateau. He's a heavy guy, and I can feel the strain in my muscles.

But my mind is preoccupied with what just happened. I know JJ must be pissed that I intervened, but I couldn't bear to watch him in such pain. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce went crazy back there. If Sarah had seen that, she would have gone mad.

JJ groans and whimpers, his entire body cramping up. His groans become louder, and I look at him from the corner of my eye, hoping to see less pain on his face. But that hope is in vain.

He growls and tries to distract himself by fiddling with his hat, repeatedly taking it on and off his head. "Damn, it wasn't fair. It was 3 versus 2. Where the hell is John B when you need him?"

"I hope not at the Chateau, or he'll beat the hell out of me," I reply with a sigh.

"Aleena, not the right moment to whine about that," he retorts, looking at me and clenching his teeth. "He texted me he wasn't-ouch-coming to the movie, and he won't be back home tonight because he's somewhere for the gold game-"

I interrupt him, stopping in our tracks and looking at him with curiosity. "Gold game? What gold game?" I ask, realizing John B needs to clarify some things. I still know nothing about this DCS issue.

He exhales sharply and rubs his forehead. "Aleena, my face is bleeding, and I don't want to babble about things that are none of your business," he says annoyed.

His words push some of my buttons, but I keep my anger in check. "You can always go by yourself and bleed in your own house," I retort.

He's never going to change, always making snide comments about me to defend himself and John B. I end up smiling at the thought of how cute he can be with his friends, letting his words fade into the background.

We continue on to the Chateau, and as we reach the door, I hesitate, unsure of how this will end.

"Are you sure this is a good idea-"

"Just open the door. Please," he pleads, handing me the key to John B's house.

I unlock the door and gently push it open. He places his arm back around my neck, and in the process, I accidentally hold his hand, which sends a strange sensation through my stomach. He inhales sharply, looking at me, and I meet his gaze, trying to ignore the tension.

I guide him to a chair at the table, pulling it out from under the wooden surface and helping him sit down. "Stay put," I hiss.

"Aye, a bit calmer for an... almost disabled person," he jokes, placing his hat on the table.

I raise an eyebrow and hold back a small smile. "For an almost invalid, you're still quite good at talking."

He bite back a grin at my comment, not wanting me to know that I amused him. I search around the kitchen for rubbing alcohol and wipes to clean his face and chest. God, I really want to skip this part. My face would give away the truth, and it's best not to show it.

I open every cupboard, desperately looking for a first aid kit, and finally find it in the last one. I grab the kit and make my way back to the table. JJ is still sitting there, trying to push his fingers into his wounds. I push his hand harshly away, and he mouths "auwch" at me.