JJ Maybank Oneshots

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Kinda self explanatory but yeh. JJ really going thru it this chapter 💀💀💀 or maybe it's worse for kiara. idek

During that raft ride, no matter how perilous it all felt, JJ had never felt more home. Everyone was worried about him. That blunt end of the machete had him messed up, but he was sure Kiara's hand was on his shoulder.

And that was what brought him back to reality.

"Hi." Her smile was warm, questioning but happy. It was worried.

"Sup?" She pushed his head back just the slightest as the rest of the pogues laughed around him.

It was perfect. He couldn't even think about where they were going. Then something loud rang between his ears. He quickly sat up, but his body humbled him with a raging headache.

The raft was still floating, and he could see Rafe fuming from a distance with a gun in his hand. Then everything went quiet. He'd looked at Kiara, and the red coming from her lower stomach.

He was screaming, headache be damned.

"Kie! Jesus, fu-Kie!!"

His frantic shouts alerted the other Pogues and everyone started to panic. She, on the other hand, was quiet, almost smiling. JJ didn't like that at all.

Pope reached in his bag, pulling out a cloth that wasn't completely clean, but it was something. JJ snatched it from him in seconds to press it to her wound. She'd groan before he even touched it, flinching when he actually did.

It pained him on another level. "I'm so fucking sorry."

She didn't respond. The raft floated on, Kiara slowly loosing consciousness. With Rafe out of sight, JJ let out a small angered growl.

"That's land!" Sarah yelled, and Kiara's eyes were wide for just a moment.

The blonde boy's hands were covered in crimson, and it reminded him too much of back home. JB and Pope looked a little too traumatized. Now when the rubber met the sand, and they brushed against the island, JJ was snapped out of his thoughts.

He quickly hopped off the raft to pull it farther on land. Then he was yelling for Pope and John B to help him with Kiara.

"JJ, we don't have any kind of equipment to help with this!"

"Make some." He blurted.

"We don't even know how to make a fire!" Pope groaned. "We need medicine, not some half assed survival skills."

"That's bullshit, you were in cub scouts!" His voice only got louder.

"JJ!!" John B yelled, and he had just enough base to snap the boy back. "You need to calm down. We're going to save her, but not with you barking orders at everyone. You forget she's not the only one injured. Rest up."

He blinked, hand reaching his forehead and coming back sticky. For some reason, John B had a point. But he knew he couldn't relax if he tried. Still, watching Pope pull dental floss out of his bag, he knew they had a plan.

Sooner than later, their half assed attempt to save her was working. Kiara was struggling to keep her eyes open, but JJ wouldn't allow her to close them.

A sharp and thin twig, some dental floss, and a random cloth saved Kiara's life. Of course they all knew this wouldn't last long, so their first thought was how they'd get out of there.

JJ didn't pay attention to any of that. Once Pope announced he was done, and finally started to breathe normally again, the blonde boy rushed over to check on her. Of course, his head didn't favor the vigorous movement.

He was seeing black spots, and it was strange, but he really didn't care. It didn't matter though, because Sarah pulled him back to press her sweater to the blood on his forehead.

He wasted no time taking the sweater from her and holding it there himself. By then, he was impatient, practically sprinting toward Kie.

Her eyes had closed and that spooked him a little. "Pope!" He'd yelled, and the mathlete came back over with sweaty palms.

"She's resting." He deadpanned.

"I thought she wasn't supposed to close her eyes."

"She can, but not for long. If she goes too deep she'll induce a comatose."

"A what?" JJ panicked. "Fucking english Pope!"

"She'll be in a coma if she sleeps too long. You're stressing me out, jesus!!" Pope shook off the hands JJ had planted on his shoulders.

Freeing himself of the tight grip made JJ realize how red and sore his hands were. It took a moment for him to hear her voice again.

"You're loud, J." She whispered. "Tryna sleep over here. Lemme die in peace."

JJ was by her side instantly, taking her hand in his own but still glaring at her. "Don't joke like that."

"Relax, I'm okay." She was laughing a little, followed by a hiss and more red dampened Pope's cloth.

At that point, JJ switched it for Sarah's sweater. He tied it tightly, knowing he had to keep pressure on it. Kiara didn't seem particularly happy with how it felt.

"Hey, JJ?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, you know."

His snapped in her direction. "Don't you die on me, Kie." His voice wavered, and hated if. "Seriously."

"I'm not. I really do love you."

It brought tears that stung his eyes, but he blinked them back. "I love you, too..."

He was quiet for a long time after that, as she really did need her rest. He'd check her pulse with help from Pope every now and then.

Then he'd check she was still breathing by the rise and fall of her chest. He curled up beside her when it got dark, arm around her upper waist.

She'd stir, and he'd bury his face in her shoulder. While nothing was finished, he felt safe knowing she was on the mend. That was when he kissed her forehead, and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Author- unedited 💀💀