NOMINATING HERSELF to drive was a bad idea, as the aftermath of the drugs she had taken was still lingering over her. She swerved through the roads frantically, as JB tried to keep up in the Twinkie with Sarah, they had finally arrived at their cousin's house. Rory jolted the Truck to a stop, as she rushed out of the vehicle and towards the door,
"Ricky!" Rory shouted, as she pounded on his door, "Ricky, open the fucking door!"
As their cousin opened the door, JJ pleaded desperately, "Bro, I know you're mad at me. But-"
"Remember that time when you stole my ambulance?" Ricky retorted, as he slowly shut the door, before putting his middle finger up at the twins.
JJ scurried to the window, before hitting it repeatedly, "Ricky! He can't breathe! He needs help!"
"Please!" Kie shouted, as the Pogues shouted inaudible shouts of help.
Ricky opened the door, as the Pogues rushed in to rest Pope down on the table. He gasped for air, as Ricky asked confusedly, "What's wrong with him?"
"You're the fucking medic." Rory retorted, out of breath, "You tell us."
Sarah panted, "Wasps."
"Wasps?" Ricky questioned, "Is he allergic to wasps?"
"Clearly!" Kiara shot back in distress, as the group gathered around Pope in worry.
"I'm gonna go get my kit." Ricky stated, as he quickly walked to his room, "Hang tight."
Rory scoffed, "Hang tight? You fucking-" She stopped herself from kicking the table, instead putting her hands on her head to breathe. Sarah noticed, before holding Aurora's hand tightly.
"I got it!" Ricky called, as he ran into the kitchen with a duffel bag.
"What do we do?" John B asked in worry.
"You don't do anything 'cause you're not a paramedic." Rick replied sarcastically, before informing, "Look, this is a paediatric dose of epinephrine. It is 10 times a normal dose. So... if it doesn't stop his heart, it'll help him. But I gotta use the whole thing, or it won't work. And I'm not going down if he dies."
JJ blurted out in distress, "Okay! Fine! Do it! Hit it!"
Rory watched nervously as Ricky slowly injected it into Pope's arm- he fell silent. The group looked at their friend in pure sadness, their eyes filling up with tears. Rory couldn't do this without Pope. The sadness turned into anger quickly, as Rory glared at her cousin,
"You killed him!" She shoved Ricky back, as Sarah grabbed onto her arm to stop her. JB, JJ, and Kie all shook Pope's body, not getting any signs of life.
"I didn't do shit!" Ricky argued, "I did what you asked me to do-"
Suddenly, a gasp escaped Pope's mouth as his eyes flickered open. He sat up quickly, as he caught his breath, before trying to removed his t-shirt, "It's so hot in here. Oh my God-"
"Pope, you're good." John B tried to reassure the boy, who was rushing outside.
"Thank you." Sarah nodded, "Is there any side effects we should know?"
"He's gonna have a rocket up his ass for about half an hour." Ricky replied, as the Pogues watched Pope frantically jump up and down in the air- John B and Kie looking at him with the same confused expression.
Pope cheered, "Let's go get the cross, baby! Game six, baby! I'm Michael Jordan!"
Sarah frowned, "Isn't Michael Jordan a basketball player?"
