I was walking around the grove on the North side when I heard a bunch of yelling.After walking to the entrance to see what it was, I saw John B run into a chain and flip over the handle bars of his bike.
"Dude,did you just yeat over that chair"I asked
"Y/n?"
"Oh, holy shit.Your shirt"I said lifting up the corner where a small blood stain was. There was a small deep wound.
"Yeah,thats not good"He said looking at it.
"Yeah thats not good at all."
"Could you take me to the hospital?"John B asked
"Right now"I asked
"Yeah,right now.That would be fantastic"He said looking around
I stood up and pulled him to his feet before walking him over to my car. He put his seat all the way back like he was hiding from soemthing.
"Do you-- do you see a car.Like a-- cop SUV,blue and white maybe "He asked
I watched as a blue and white SUV passed my car.
"Yeah,there is a blue and white cop SUV" I said nervously
"Do you see a guy with no neck"He asked
I looked through my back windsheild and saw a short man in a tan police uniform walking with a tall woman in a black suit.
"There is a guy.He infact does not have a neck.There's a woman with him "
"What-wh-What are they doing"His voice was full of panick.
I started to pull away.
"Can you just go, please?"He asked
"Thats-thats what i'm doing"
"Thank you"He said
"They are stopped at the dead bike"I said pulling out into the road.
I occasionally glanced at him.
"Why are the cops after you.What,did you lile rob a bank?"I asked sarcastically
"It's probably better if you don't know"He replied looking through the back windsheild
"Well we already know that your basically a fugitive,so "I said
"You know what, don't take me to the hospital, just, take a left. I gotta go do something"He said
"All right "I said turning.
"Stop"He said quickly
"Okay"I questioned as I stopped.
He quickly got out and ran behind the car. Just a few moments passed before he came running back.
"Hit it Sancho"He said
I looked at him.
"Come on,come on,come on"He rushed
"Okay,okay"I said
I started driving further and further on the North side.
"Y/n"
I hummed in response.
"What are we doing here"He asked
"We gotta clean that wound"I said pulling into my driveway.
"Y/n I-I cannot be here"He said
"Okay, well, you have to trust me."I said getting out of the car.
John B followed closely behind as I neared the white French doors.
"Hey, I don't think your old man would be happy if an ex-employee was bleeding all over his house" John B said quietly as we walked onto the porch.
"Shh! Then don't bleed"
I slowly opened the front door and walked inside
"Hey,Jerry,don't tell me we can renegotiate the rate"
My dad was talking to one of his business partners on the phone as he walked down the atairs.
"Go"I whispered shoving John B into the other room.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs leaning on the wall as he walked down.
"Hi"I greeted sweetlly
"What are you doing ?"He asked
"Well,what do you mean"I asked
"Shut the door. Come on sweetie"He whispered since he was still on the phone.
"Sorry"I apoligized as I watched my dad leave.
Once I was sure he wasn't coming back this way, I grabbed John B'a arm and pulled him up the stairs.
We made it to the top of the stairs,and I opened one of the doors.
"Sit,I'll be right back"I said before leaving him in there alone.
I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit.
"Okay,lift up your shirt.That's gotta be disinfected"I said walking over to the small brown leather couch and sitting next to him.
I opened up the white box and took out A cotton ball.
"Is that rubbing alcohol"He asked
I could sense the nervousness in his voice.
"Yes, it's the only way to be safe"I replied soaking the cotton ball with it.
He started breathing heavily.
"Close your eyes"I said
He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Count of three"I said
"One two"We both counted together
I placed the cotton ball on the would and he let put a loud scream .I was quick to cover his mouth.
"Are you kidding me?My god"I said
"Sorry."
"I've never heard anyone wine like that before"I mumbled as I wiped it.
He groaned before hitting my hand.
"Stop"He said
"Excuse you"I started to get annoyed.
"Sorry.Sorry"
I couldn't help but laugh slightly.
"What"He asked
I shook my head.
"Who's the dude on the wall"He asked
"Denmark Tanny,founder of Tannyhill."I replied
"Founder?"
"mh-hm"
"How did a slave found a cofton plantation"He asked
"He was a free man.He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all of the land around here.In gold"I said
"In gold?"He asked
"Yeah-I "I stopped
John B stood up and walked over to his backpack.
"I wasn't done Sancho"I said
"Y/n...He was on the Royal Merchant"He said looking at the guest list his father had printed.
"But there weren't any survivos"I said
"What else do you know about this guy"He asked as I continued to clean his cut.
"When we first moved in we found a diary,an almanac,and a bunch of papers.Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill"I told him.
"Can I go see that"He asked
"I mean,I can get you in if you want. He's got a trustee pass"I said cleaning up the first aid kit.
"Yeah,yeah,I need that"
"Holy shit.You actually might be onto something"I said walking closer to him.
"Come on"I hit his cut.
"Lets go"I rushed him as I walked out of the office.
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High Tide ||John B Routledge X Reader|| (Outer Banks)
FanfictieY/n Y/l/n, she may live on Figure 8 and be rich as hell,but that doesn't stop her from being best friends with pouges. John B Routledge,JJ Maybank,And Pope Heyward. Her and her friends love stirring up trouble around the Cut,and often find themselve...
