When I open my eyes I have no idea how long I've been out. I look around and John B isn't next to me anymore. I groan as I sit up slightly. I get down from the table and grab the IV bag. I head towards the room where John B and the doc are sitting.
"Whoa, little lady! You need to go lie down," the doc tells me.
"How long did I sleep?" I ask.
John B rushes towards me. "Not long enough."
"Can we still make it?" I ask.
"No. No." John B shakes his head. "We... It's over. Okay?"
"No, it's not," I insist.
"Maisie..." John B starts.
"We still have an hour," I remind him.
"You need to rest. You just got shot," John B protests.
"I am fine," I insist. "We're going."
John B doesn't argue with me anymore. He helps me down the stairs as the doc follows behind.
"Seriously, MC, you shouldn't be standing," John B argues.
"I'm fine," I repeat.
"Okay. Relax," John B tells me.
He looks out of the door. I can hear sirens in the distance. I look out and see a cop talking to two people.
"Shit. Are you kidding me?" John B remarks.
"You guys got a little heat on you, don't you?" the doc asks. "I've been there, and I've done that. But I got an idea."
The doc holds out a set of car keys to John B. "Friend of the devil is a friend of mine."
"Thanks, Doc," John B tells him.
I grab the car keys from him.
"Oh dear," the doc remarks.
"Let's go," I tell John B.
"Okay. All right." John B helps me into the car. "So how bad's it gonna be when the anesthesia wears off?"
"Pretty much mind-bending," the doc tells him.
"All right, Doc, how do I get this baby back to you?" John B asks as he gets into the car.
"You're just going to the wharf, right?" the doc asks.
"Yeah. Berth 39, right?" John B tells him.
"Perfect. Put the keys under the gas cap, and we're good," the doc tells us.
"Are you sure we can take this?" John B asks.
I hand the car keys over to John B.
"Well, you overpaid for the medical, so have a nice trip," the doc tells us.
"Thank you," I tell him.
"Thanks, Doc," John B says.
John B and I start to the wharf.
"How much time do we have?" I ask.
"Not much," John B tells me.
The street ahead of us is blocked off by cops.
"Shit. Cops. Should I peel?" John B asks.
"No. Just play dumb," I tell him.
"Down. Slow down," a cop tells us.
"All right, I got this," John B assures me.
"Road's closed," the cop explains.
"What happened?" John B asks.
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smooth seas//john b
FanfictionMaisie Clara Cameron is the biological daughter of Rose Cameron and the adopted daughter of Ward Cameron. Maisie lives with one foot in the glamorous world of the Kooks and the other in the world of the down and out Pogues. At sixteen all she wants...