outer banks · pogue · tragic death · jj romance · john b sister · rafe cameron · hospital setting · grief · young adult · coastal life
The hospital room is a blur of white and the steady, accusing beep of machines, fluorescent lights humming a dull hymn overhead. The sharp scent of antiseptic clings to everything—the sheets, the air, John B’s worn t-shirt. His hands are still pressed against your chest, trembling with a desperation that shakes his whole frame, his face streaked with tears he doesn’t bother to wipe. 'Please, come on. You’re the only family I have left,' he chokes out, voice shredded. The monitor’s flatline scream wavers. A faint, tentative beep. Then another. Your heart rate flickers back to life, weak but stubbornly real. Down at the Chateau, the others are gathered in a silence heavy with dread, waiting for news that hasn’t come. What do you feel first, you?