John B's POV:
The excitement of finally finding Lia and securing the gold was short-lived, shattered by the grim reality of her being shot, caught in the crossfire between Pogues and Kooks. The doctor quickly instructed us on where to take her and how to position her, directing me to lay her down on a nearby table. Sarah's tears flowed freely, her distress evident, and I knew I couldn't rely on her for help in this state. Despite the panic surging inside me, I resolved to do everything in my power to aid Lia and ensure she pulled through.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I murmured apologetically as I gently laid her down.
Her pallor was alarming, and though she tried to mask it, I could see the pain etched in every line of her face, in the tight grip she had on the table's edge.
"I'm not letting you die," I stated firmly, my voice filled with determination. Turning to the doctor, I pleaded, "Tell me what to do."
The doctor wasted no time, instructing me to unbutton her jeans and unzip them to reveal the wound. As I followed his directions, anxiety gnawed at me, amplified by the doctor's ominous tone.
"Oh, what do we have here?" the doctor questioned rhetorically, his words sending a chill down my spine. "Oh boy..."
"She's going to be okay, right?" I stressed, desperation lacing my words.
"That remains to be seen," the doctor replied cryptically.
After administering an anesthetic to ensure she wouldn't feel anything, the doctor instructed me to apply pressure to the wound.
"What kind of doctor are you?" I couldn't help but ask, my confusion mounting.
"I'm not a doctor," the man admitted simply.
"What do you mean?" Sarah's voice trembled with confusion and fear. "How are you going to help her then?"
"Not in the eyes of the law anyways," the doctor explained, brushing off our questions.
"But what does that mean?" I pressed further.
"That's a story for another time," the doctor deflected. "Do you want me to save your friend or not?" he challenged, his tone cutting through the tension. "Because I'm the best you're going to get," he added bluntly.
"Yeah, no, totally," I nodded hastily, swallowing my apprehension as I placed my trust in this unlikely saviour.
"Is there anything else we should be doing?" I asked. "I really don't know anything about this shit," I admitted.
"Just quiet a bit," the doctor replied, his tone brusque yet focused. "Take that off, let me study it a bit," he instructed, motioning for me to remove the bandage from Lia's wound.
As I peeled back the bandage, my stomach churned with unease and the doctor's words only heightened my anxiety.
"She's bleeding a little on the outside," he began, "and a lot on the inside."
Even though I lacked medical expertise, I understood enough to know that this was serious.
"So what do we do?" Sarah's voice trembled with fear, mirroring my own apprehension.
"Well, I can go in..." the doctor trailed off, picking up a scalpel.
"You're going to sanitize that, right?" I interjected, my concern evident.
"Good call, kid," the doctor acknowledged, swiftly disinfecting the scalpel before continuing. "Now, she's going to lose a lot of blood," he explained gravely. "And it may kill her."
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Rogue | outer banks
FanfictionAmelia Thornton was born into wealth, her childhood filled with all the luxuries money could buy. But when tragedy struck and her parents were involved in a devastating accident, her family fell apart at the seams. The once-close bond she shared wit...
