Storm Chaser // JJ Maybank

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"Storm."

I groan as I roll over.

"Storm come on. Wake up."

I open my eyes. JJ looks concerned.

"Hey, look at me," JJ tells me. "Hey. Listen."

I groan. "What?"

"There was a guy in the hall just now. I think it was the guy," JJ tells me. "The dude from the wreck. 'Cause he had a wound. Right where I got him with the spear gun."

"Did he see you?" I ask.

JJ nods his head. "Yeah."

"So, he knows we're here," I state.

"Yeah. We've got to get out," JJ tells me.

"We gotta go," I agree.

"Wait. Ma'am," JJ says as he pounds on the glass. "Ma'am. Miss. Hello! Ma'am. Is there anyone out there? Ma'am. Hello. Hey! Ma'am. Come here. Ma'am, there was a dude in the hall just now."

The woman isn't trying to help us.

"That man tried to kill us, okay?" JJ says. "He tried to kill us. I can't hear you. No. Ma'am. Ma'am!"

I try my hardest to get the door open. You'd think there would be some way to get it open incase of an emergency.

"Can you help me with the door?" I ask JJ.

"Ma'am, I need you to call security," JJ insists.

"JJ, help me," I tell him. "She's not letting us out. Just help."

"Hey, wait!" JJ shouts. "Ma'am. Please, listen to me."

"Please help me," I beg. "We have to get out. Help me with the door."

"Okay. Two, one, go," JJ tells me.

We both try to push the door open. It won't budge.

"Why are none of these open?" JJ asks.

"JJ I'm freaking out," I tell him.

"I know, baby. I know," JJ tells me. "Deep breath. Okay?"

"We have to go," I insist.

"Calm down, Storm," JJ tells me. "We're going to figure this out."

I nod my head. "Okay. Okay."

"Wait a minute. I've got an idea. All right?" JJ tells me. "This is not my best idea."

JJ kicks the window as hard as he can.

"Kick it harder," I tell him. "Kick it."

JJ kicks the glass again and it breaks.

"One second. One second," JJ tells me as he pulls himself out of the chamber.

"JJ gets the door," I tell him.

JJ runs around and opens the door for me. He helps me out of the chamber.

"All right, I'm gonna buy you some time," JJ tells me. "Meet me outside."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

JJ runs out of the room and up to a nurse. "Oh my God, my brain! We were in there way too long. No, you microwaved me. What are you trying to do? Fry me like chicken?" JJ pushes a male nurse. "No, no."

"All this movement is not good for him."

'Settle down."

"You had to relax. He was basically done until he lost his mind."