THE CAMERON ESTATE was empty, allowing Amelia to tend to JJ's injuries freely.
Amelia guided JJ up the staircase and into her room "Sit down, I'll be back", Amelia instructed, her tone firm but not unkind as the door clicked behind her, JJ winced as he sat on her bed.
Moments later, Amelia returned with a first aid kit, placing it on the bed as she sat in front of JJ.
As she opened the kit, the sound of the zipper pulling open and the soft rustle of bandages and antiseptic filling the air, she scanned JJ's body for injuries.
She started by pouring antiseptic onto a cotton ball, working in silence as she cleaned up the blood on his knuckles. Her hands were gentle, careful not to cause more pain than he felt.
"J..you good?" Amelia asked softly, her hands moving from his knuckles to the cut on his cheek.
"It's just some bruises, Mils", JJ said, giving a weak smile.
"I'm gonna fucking kill them", Amelia muttered under her breath as she placed a small bandaid on the cut on his cheek.
"Mils.." JJ said quietly
Amelia's voice softened slightly, but the fire in her eyes remained "They hurt you, J and Pope. I'm not okay with that." She argued, her tone firm with worry. The sight of JJ sitting there, bloodied and bruised, eating at her. She stood up, moving fast to grab a washcloth from the bathroom, wrapping it around the icepack before returning.
Gently, she pressed it against JJ's ribs, her hands shaking ever so slightly as she tried to be as delicate as possible.
JJ winced, but he stayed still. His eyes roamed her figure, narrowing as he noticed Amelia rapidly blinking, trying to regain focus.
"Mils, what's wrong?" JJ asked
"Nothing, J. I'm okay," Amelia deflected, softly shaking her head
"No, you're not." JJ argued, "That asshole threw you on the ground, and you hit your head"
"I'm fine, J" Amelia said, her voice stern.
Amelia gently placed JJ's hand on the ice pack against his ribs. She stood from the bed, moving to repack the first aid kit. She paused, trying to shake off the dizziness, but it lingered in her vision, blurring the edges of the world around her.
"Damn it, Amelia," JJ muttered, his jaw clenching.
In one swift motion, JJ moved to stand, ignoring the ache in his ribs as he grabbed Amelia's wrist, guiding her to the bed. "Sit down, M," he said, his voice soft.
Amelia groaned, her hands clutching her head as JJ moved swiftly, using an empty vase sat decoratively on Amelia's desk to fill water in before grabbing painkillers from the cabinet in her bathroom.
"Here, take these", JJ instructed his voice firm but not unkind as he placed two painkillers in her hand.
Amelia did as he instructed. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper as she swallowed the pills.
"I'm not the only one who got hurt tonight, Mils", JJ reminded her, his eyes darkening as the events replayed in his head—Pope, Topper, Rafe... and the way he'd seen her hit the ground.
Amelia settled back against the pillows. Her head throbbed slightly, but the warmth of JJ next to her soothed her.
JJ pulled the blanket over Amelia. He glanced around her room, deciding to make a makeshift bed on the floor when a hand wrapped gently but firmly around his wrist.
"J..stay," Amelia said softly, her voice barely a whisper.
His expression softened "I'm not going anywhere, Mils"
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TROUBLE | JJ Maybank
FanfictionAmelia Cameron was born into the privileged world of the Kooks, raised amidst wealth and the kind of luxury most could only dream of. But despite her family's fortune, Amelia never fully embraced the life that was expected of her. Living on the isl...
