She had to bite her tongue to keep from asking who the fuck Ricky is.
The storm door shook under the weight of the pounding fists. The name Ricky was shouted so much it barely sounded like a word anymore. And the weight of Pope held her down as she stood beneath his shoulder, John B, on the other side of him, carrying most of the weight.
He looked over at her, his gaze asking if she was okay. Nova nodded. It didn't matter if she was alright or not, at least not until Pope's breathing had gone back to normal.
Nova didn't know why they weren't at a hospital right now. Something about bills and too many questions being asked. But Nova had the money for whatever it might have cost to help Pope. And by now, they were all well versed enough in lying to evade any incriminating questions. But the arguing about where to go was no use. Ricky's place was closer than the hospital, and JJ said he wouldn't ask any questions.
"Not today!"
A man with dark hair and a curly beard appeared shirtless before the storm door. Nova looked him over, not recognizing him, but knowing he couldn't be too much older than them.
"Ricky, hey, I got a problem, bro!" JJ yelled at him before he could slam the door in their faces. "I know you're mad at me!"
Ricky glared at JJ, seeming more than just mad at him, "Remember that time you stole my ambulance?"
"You stole an ambulance?!" Nova hadn't been made privy to such information.
JJ looked back at her for a second before turning back to the storm door that stood in the way of them and getting Pope help. "Yeah, I know. I know you're mad—"
Ricky raised his middle finger at JJ and slammed the door in their faces without another word.
Nova eye's widened, "Is he serious?" she asked, starting to panic, as Pope's breathing became more and more irregular and slow and the seconds ticked by. "We need to get him help!"
"I know! I know!" JJ yelled as Kiara and Sarah continued to beat down the door with their aching fists, screaming and pleading for Ricky to help them. "I'll get him. Just give me a sec..."
