𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - JJ Maybank

Chapter 37: Doc

"Holy fucking shit!" Grace shouted as she looked at her sister's bloody stomach.

John B jumped into action, pulling his bandana off and holding it to his girlfriend's stomach. "I need you to push down, okay? Look, this is gonna hurt but I need you to push down."

Sarah gasped as John B pressed down on the wound. Grace's eyes darted away. "I know it hurts but we've gotta stop the bleeding."

John B continued applying pressure, "Push down. Push down. Look, we gotta take this shirt off. I'm gonna push down. You take the shirt off."

Grace hopped out of the truck bed and opened the passenger door to help. She pulled the denim shirt off of her sister and kept her eyes away from the blood as best as she could.

"Okay. Okay, lean back. Lean back," John B gently pushed her back against the seat. "Just stay as still as possible. I'm gonna call Terrance."

Grace gently moved the hair out of Sarah's face and gave her a soft smile, trying to calm her down.

"Hey, look, we got it," John B spoke into the phone. "We got it, but listen, we have bigger problems. Sarah's been shot."

Sarah's breathing was speeding up so Grace grabbed her sisters hand and began speaking, "Do you remember when we were eight and I tried to teach you how to surf?"

"She's been shot in the gut. I need your help," John B continued talking to Terrance.

Sarah didn't reply to Grace but she continued nonetheless, "Big John taught JJ, John B and I growing up but you had never learnt. I thought it was a shame since you lived so close to the ocean."

John B continued speaking frantically into the phone and Grace continued on her mission to distract Sarah. If she was being honest she was trying to distracted herself as well. 

"I was most definitely not qualified to teach you. Do you remember how you went flying off the board? I had to dive down to rescue you. I was so worried that you were going to be mad at me-"

Sarah cut her off and spoke through gritted teeth, "I- It was...the most fun-" She grimaced in pain so Grace finished for her, "most fun you had all summer. You told me after we left the beach."

John B hung up the phone and turned to the girls, "Help is on the way, okay? Just stay with me."

When they heard the crew's truck approach John B and Grace slung one of Sarah's arms over each of their shoulders and practically carried her over.

"I just texted you the address of a doctor! Tell him I sent you!" Terrance shouted.

"Okay, and it's a hospital, right?" John B asked.

"No. You wanna get caught?"

"I really don't give a shit, T. She needs help," John B replied while helping Sarah into the passenger seat.

"He's better than any of the doctors in that shitcan. He's my guy. He got ya."

The truck had a bench in the front so Grace followed Sarah in and sat beside her. She took a deep breath before squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her hand to her sister's bloody stomach.

Terrance grabbed Sarah's hand through the car window, "Sarah, look, you gon' be okay. Okay, baby? Just breathe, relax. Everything's good."

Terrance looked to John B, "We're gonna meet at the wharf in eight hours. No more. It is hot as hell out there. My guy's good he's gonna take care of you."

John B held up a phone that had the GPS on it, "And this is him, right?"

"That's him. He got you. He's a good guy."