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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗬 spiraling
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Since it probably wasn't a good idea to go back to Poguelandia, the Pogues sailed to March Point and set up a fire outside to try to just lay low and calm down.
John B and Sarah had went on over to the dock by themselves while the rest of the them sat around the fire.
"Let me know if this hurts," Kyla told the boy as she dabbed some disinfectant on his wound on his abdomen, making him groan. "Sorry," she said and he just shook his head. Thankfully, they had a medical kit on the boat so Kyla got to work in making sure the wound was cleaned.
JJ continued to groan softly as she patted the wound, trying to make sure she cleaned every last bit of it since it seemed to be kind of deep. She looked up at him through her eyelashes after few seconds or so, watching the way he tried to hide the fact that his flesh had been burning.
He then caught her eye one of the times she looked up and she gave him a sad smile, but he just shook his head, telling her not to worry about him.
Once she was done cleaning the wound, she moved on over to the log next to him as JJ began wrapping some gauze around himself to cover the injury. "You know what's the funniest part? Is that I actually thought he was coming back for me. But nah, he just wanted to get rid of me," JJ released an exhale. "And now Pope's a fugitive. Welcome to the club, bro. And we have nothing now. We lost everything and it's all my fault," he said, getting up and walking away since he was beginning to get worked up all of a sudden.
"It's not your fault," Kyla tried to tell him, following after him as he kicked at a plant.
"Yeah, it is."
"JJ, no it's not. How can it be—"
"Because it fucking is, Kyla!" He screamed, turning to face her with an angered expression on his face, which made her step back with a shocked look. "God, I am so tired of you trying to make excuses for me all the time!"
"JJ, don't talk to her like that," Pope warned, slowly getting up to make sure JJ wasn't about to spiral again.
Kyla held up a hand, looking over at Pope. "No, I want to hear what he has to say. I need to hear what he has to say. I told him he could tell me whatever is on his mind so now's the time." She looked back at JJ, her expression mixed with concern and frustration. "Now's the time, JJ."
