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By the time they got to JJ's cousin Ricky's house, Pope was barely breathing, gasping for air.
It took some convincing since Ricky was still mad about JJ stealing his ambulance, but eventually they were able to get Pope inside and on the dining room table.
"What's wrong with him?" Ricky asked.
"Wasps," Sarah answered.
"Wasps?"
"Yes."
"Is he allergic to wasps?"
"Clearly!" Kie urged, trying to get him to help faster.
"Raise his legs, raise his legs," JJ said, both him and John B doing so.
"What's his name?" Ricky asked.
"Pope," Wyatt told him.
"Hey, Pope." He looked up at the group. "Hang tight, I gotta get my kit."
"Hang tight? Hang tight, Ricky?" JJ yelled.
"Hey, calm down, he's looking for his kit," Wyatt told him.
"Go help. Go help," John B urged JJ.
"I just need you to focus," Kie held Pope's face in her hands. "Focus on your breathing, okay?"
Ricky ran past them, telling JJ what to look for.
"Where's your kit?"
A second later, he ran back in with a small suitcase looking thing. "Okay, I got it. I got it."
"Okay, what do we do now?" JJ asked.
"You don't do anything 'cause you're not a paramedic." Ricky grabbed something out of his bag, a syringe and a little jar full of clear liquid. "Hey, Pope. How you doing, man? You look like shit. Here's the thing, this is a pediatric dose of epinephrine."
"Is that gonna be enough?" Sarah asked.
"He's not a kid," Kie told him.
"It is ten times the normal dose," Ricky explained. "So if– if it doesn't stop his heart, it'll help him."
"What?" Wyatt shouted.
"I gotta use the whole thing or it won't work. And I'm not going down if he dies."
JJ ran his hands through his hair. "Okay, fine. Do it. Hit it. Come on, hurry up and hit him with it!"
"Okay," Ricky turned back to Pope. "All right, Pope, hang in there, buddy."
Pope groaned as the needle was inserted into his skin.
"I hate needles," JJ muttered. Wyatt grabbed his hand so he didn't pull all the hair out of his scalp.
