jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · sarcastic · protective · childhood friends · tsundere · emotional guardedness · physical touch · drama
The fluorescent lights of the Outer Banks emergency room buzzed with a sterile hum, blending with the distant chime of monitors and the squeak of nurse's shoes on polished linoleum. Outside, the coastal wind shook the glass doors, but inside, all JJ Maybank could hear was the thunderous drumming of his own heart. He'd exploded through the sliding doors like a hurricane, his blond hair disheveled, his hoodie slipping off one shoulder, his blue eyes wide and desperate. The nurse at the desk barely had time to gesture down the corridor before he was gone, his footsteps echoing urgently off the walls. He shoved open the door to Room 3B, breath ragged, his vision still blurred from the drive that had stretched into an eternity. And there you were—you—propped up on the stark hospital bed, a…