The wind was blowing by every few seconds that passed on the island as a truck could be seen in the tall grass. Whimpers of pain and loud breathes could be heard from inside the truck on the passenger's side seat as the stammers of the boy in the driver's seat added to his girlfriend's pained noises from the bullet currently stuck in her skin in her torso area at the moment from the gunshots that happened just minutes and minutes ago before they were being chased.

John B's wide eyes stayed on his girlfriend's bloody hand as she let out another shaky breath. Remembering his bandana wrapped around his neck, he frantically took it off and softly placed it on her wound, instructing her to push down on it in a calm tone, despite how he was freaking out on the inside. A loud and sharp gasp escaped Y/n when he gently pushed down on her wound, frantic apologies leaving the boy.

His hand stayed on the bandana and even if she had been focused on all the pain, too shocked to say anything at the moment, she could feel his hand shaking against her torso as he tried to keep calm and give her positive thoughts that she would be okay. He would make sure she's okay.

"I know it hurts, but we've gotta stop the bleeding." John B tells her.

Shakily nodding in response, another gasp escapes the girl as she leans forward once the brunette boy beside her claimed they should take the large shirt that she had been using as a jacket off.

A grunt of pain escaped past her lips as John B softly placed his hand on her shoulder, gently leaning her back until she was resting on the back of the chair, instructing her to stay as still as possible to not make the pain worse whenever she moved.

Frantically leaning down, the boy reaches for his phone, dialing in the familiar number before pressing it to his ear, waiting for Terrance to answer his phone call. The Routledge boy couldn't help but close his eyes for a second, gulping down his fear.

"Did you get the gold?" Terrance's voice asks once he answered.

"Hey! Y-Yeah, we got it." John B replies, to which his and Cleo's voice cheers from the other side. "We got the gold, but listen, we have bigger problems. Y/n's been shot. She's been shot in the gut. I need your help. We're up in the cane field, about a mile up on the left hand side."

"Where you at?" Terrance questions.

John B shrugs. "I-I'm not sure. I'll drop a pin. I don't know how to get here. I need you to hurry."

"We're on our way. We'll find you." Terrance declares.

Responding with a small 'okay', the boy hung up the phone, carelessly placing it down before turning back to his girlfriend. He felt himself shake at the sight of blood on her hands as she pressed on the bandana with as much strength as she could. Minutes went by and when the sound of an engine filled his eardrums, John B found himself rushing out of the truck, the straps of his backpack over his shoulders as he went to the passenger's side.

Carefully but quickly, he was able to get the Maybank girl out of the vehicle, wrapping her arm around his shoulders since she had stumbled when she tried to walk. Passing the truck and getting to the back, he felt relief flow through him at the sight of another truck there, Terrance and Cleo hopping out. Shouting the Y/n's name, Cleo was quick to rush forward, wrapping the younger girl's other arm around her shoulders, helping John B to get her in the seat she had just been in.

"I just texted you the address of a doctor! Tell him I sent you!" Terrance informs.

John B nods. "Okay, and it's a hospital, right?"

"No. You wanna get caught?" Terrance reminds.

"I really don't give a shit, T." John B admits, closing the passenger's seat door when Y/n was in the truck. "She needs help."

"He's better than any of the doctors in that shitcan. He's my guy. He got ya." Terrance assures, grabbing Y/n's hand through the open window as he leaned against it, looking at the younger girl in concern as John B got into the driver's side. "Y/n, look, you gonna be okay. Okay, baby? Just breathe, relax. Everything's good. We're gonna meet at the wharf in eight hours. No more. It is hot as hell out there. My guy's good. He's gonna take care of you."

"And this is him, right?" John B asks, holding up the phone, revealing the text.

Terrance nods, squeezing Y/n's hand. "That's him. He got you. He's a good guy."

"T?" Y/n shakily calls out before he could leave. "Thank you."

Giving her hand one last squeeze, promising her she'll be alright and the doctor will take care of her, the man turns around and rushes to the truck with the gold. Frantically tapping John B's arm before he could drive off, Cleo reaches into her pocket, bringing out some of the gold they had gotten and handing it to him, claiming they're gonna need some money.

"John B, take care of my girl." Cleo whispers to the boy, reaching over him and giving a small squeeze to Y/n's arm. "Y/n! You're a fighter, girl! Hold on!"

And after that, she stepped back, her hand tapping against the truck as she ushered them to go and get to the doctor as quick as they could. John B was quick to do as she said, wanting to save the love of his life before she died of blood loss. The brunette found himself carelessly driving as he swerved a few times, but also trying to be careful so he couldn't cause anymore pain to the girl beside him, her loud and fast pants filling his ears.

"What if they--" Y/n begins, cutting herself off with a breath. "What if they take the gold?"

"Screw the gold, okay? I'm gonna take care of you. We're gonna get you to the doctor." John B reassures.

Eventually, they found themselves on the open road, the boy not really paying attention that he was on the side he wasn't supposed to be on until a car was in front of him and he swerved to the actual side he was supposed to be driving on. With one hand on the wheel, his other hand held the phone he had as he followed the GPS Terrance had texted to him, his voice giving reassuring words every few seconds to the e/c eyed girl, promising and telling her everything was gonna be fine.

A quiet curse escaped the boy when he felt the phone drop from his hand and after a few seconds, trying to focus on not hitting anyone, he slowly leaned down, his free hand trying to reach for the phone. The sound of a cry of pain coming from his girlfriend made his heart clench before the sound of her shouting the word 'car' made him look back up to see he was about to hit a car in front of them and he frantically swerved to the other side, receiving a loud honk from the other driver.

Seeing there was no one in front of them, John B leaned down again, his fingers brushing against the phone and this time, he had been able to get it back in his grip, holding it more tightly than he had been before. Eventually, after about another minute or so, John B was parking the car, not giving a care much about the keys as he rushed out, rushing to the other side and helping Y/n out, wrapping her arm around his shoulders again.

By now, both their hands were covered in her blood and part of her shirt and shorts had been stained, the blood having dripping down her and onto her legs, making it noticeable to all the people around them that she had been shot. The brunette quickly followed where the people had pointed when he asked if they knew where the doctor was, seeing a buzzer. As Y/n leaned against the wall, John B's frantically started pressing the button, hoping someone would answer.

"What do you want?" A man's voice questions in frustration.

John B gulps. "I'm looking for Dr. Nygard."

"Dr. Nygard's not here." The man informs.

"Well, do you know where I can find him?" John B asks.

"Who are you?" The man questions.

"I'm a friend of Terrance's. Somebody's been shot." John B rushes out.

"Aw, hell. There's a camera above to your left. Look at it and let me see your faces." The man instructs, to which the couple do as told, John B giving a small wave to the camera. "Alright, go through the bar. There's some stairs on the right."

Thanking the man, John B helps his girlfriend as they rush inside, the boy calling out for the doctor, receiving calls back until they saw Dr. Nygard standing at the top of the stairs. Once getting to the top, Y/n moved her shirt up a bit, her other hand pulling at the top of her shorts forward as she revealed the gunshot wound.

John B was quick to follow the man's instructions as Dr. Nygard commented about how the bullet had got her good and how she was in worse shape than he is. Entering the room, the Routledge boy was quick and careful to put Y/n on the table-like stucture in the middle of the room, staring down at his girlfriend to see she was staring up at him with teary eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

"I don't wanna die." Y/n whispers through a slight sob. "I'm not ready."

John B shakes his head, letting his hand move some of her hair out of the way. "You're not gonna die. I promise."

Y/n felt a tear hit her cheek and she had been quick to realize it wasn't her, but the boy standing above her. Dr. Nygard had gone to a table, grabbing ahold of some surgical gloves and once he had them on his hands, he made his way over, John B having to move.

Seeing the doctor needed a better look, John B shakily unbuttoned Y/n's shorts, zipping them down and only pulling the fabric covering her wound to reveal all the blood. At the sight of the wound, Dr. Nygard let out a small 'oh boy', making John B tense eve more than he had already been.

"She's-- She's gonna be okay, right?" John B asks through a shaky breath.

"That remains to be seen."