Samantha Routledge is a fellow Pogue, and the younger sister of John B. Granted John B is only 10 months older; they are both the children of Big John Routledge but have different mothers. Sam's mother lives next door to Luke Maybank and JJ, so Sam...
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I pace back and forth across the waiting room, struggling to catch my breath as it stays dangerously uneven. My vision stays blurry as I can barely make out my rushing feet below me. Pope, JJ, Kie and the Kook princess stay seated, watching me anxiously race around. We've been sitting here helplessly for over an hour, waiting to hear about my brother's condition.
"Sammy, Sam why don't you sit down?" Jay whispers softly, getting up from his chair. He tries his best to calm me down, but nothing falters my anxious state as I ignore all their stares.
"He, if he was, if he was okay, they would have told us by now, right? Why haven't they told us anything? Why can't I see him? I need to see him." My words come out jumbled as I pant uncontrollably, letting the tears stream down my face.
JJ grabs my arms to stop my fast pacing, making me turn to him. As soon as my eyes meet his soft, worried ones, I break down completely. Falling into his arms as my worst nightmares become a terrible reality. JJ holds me tight, trying to calm my breathing as I sob into his hard chest.
"Shhh, it's going to be okay." He whispers gently, trying his best to sound confident. I melt into his touch, completely falling to smithereens in front of everyone. All the walls I spent years building to try to seem like I have my shit together, come crashing down around us.
"I don't- I don't know what to do." I press my head further into his chest, soaking his shirt with my tears. "I can't lose him, Jay." Staying in his arms as I press my trembling hand against my mouth to quiet my brutal sobs. A voice forces me to pull away from the comfort of JJs hold, the rest of our friends standing from their seats. My tear-filled eyes make it hard to see the doctor standing before us.
"Are you here for John Booker Routledge?" The serious looking man asks, my breath getting stuck in my throat as I stare at him blankly.
"Yes, yes, we are. How is he?" Pope answers for me. The pain of my nails digging into my palms gets blocked out by the worries rushing through my head.
"He is unconscious but stable. He's extremely lucky to have fallen from such a height and not have graver injures." If he was lucky, he wouldn't have been pushed in the first place. I let out a relieved sigh, hearing that my brother is going to be okay. "Family can go see him now." The doctor nods towards the hospital room.
"We are all his family." My weak voice makes him look over the group with a questioning look.
"I'm sorry, but only blood relatives can see him right now." He apologises, the group turning to look at me.
"Go check on him. One of us will pick you up in the morning, okay hun?" Kie gives me a small sympathetic smile, her tear-stained checks glisten under the bright hospital lights. I can't find the words to reply, as she gives me a comforting hug. We pull apart before she, Pope and Sarah leave JJ and I standing alone in front of my brother's room.
