Fifty Four. find something worth saving



LIV. find something worth saving




Logan and Ainsley Jennings lived for their children. They worked hard to make sure that one day, their kids could have a great life like the one they shared together. They hoped that Dylan would go to a good college and live out her dreams without struggling, or that Braxton would work hard in school to follow in her footsteps. But above all, the mother and father wanted their kids to grow up kind and to always appreciate what they have, because at one point in his life, Logan had nothing. He was a Pogue once. He understood the struggles that Dylan's friends went through and he didn't want his daughter to have to go through them.

Dylan always understood the hard work her parents did to give her and Braxton the life they deserved, and for that, she always made sure she did everything right. She kept her grades perfect, she tried keeping her social life busy, and she never, ever got into trouble. The whole island knew who she was. Logan and Ainsley were kind people and whatever they did to help around the island, their kids did as well.

She would always feel guilty for how things turned out when she got involved with the treasure hunt because they didn't deserve her dishonesty. But Dylan wanted to pay them back, to make them proud of her, and she hoped that finding the gold and the cross and getting all that money would mean she could pay them back for everything they did for her.

But in the moment, Dylan didn't care about the gold. She didn't care about the cross. Didn't care about the millions of dollars on the line. She didn't even care that there were people who'd try to kill her to get to all of it. All Dylan cared about was saving Pope's life. "JJ, I need you to hurry!" She yelled at the driver in full panic mode.

"I'm driving as fast as I can, Dylan!" JJ yelled back and jerked the steering wheel to turn down a road.

Sarah held on for dear life. "Where are we even going?"

"My cousin Ricky's house. He can help us."

When they arrived at Ricky's house, he began honking the horn multiple times. Everyone scrambled out of the car at a fast pace. "Ricky! Hey! Bro! Ricky! Ricky!"

"Be careful! Be careful with him!" Dylan instructed firmly to John B and Kiara as they carried Pope out of the truck.

JJ banged his fist against the screen door. "Ricky, hey, I got a problem! I know you're mad at me!" He shouted to his cousin.

"Remember that time you stole my ambulance?" Ricky shouted back and flipped him off. He slammed the door in JJ's face.

Dylan sprinted to the door and she and JJ started banging harshly on it. "Please help us! He can't breathe!" Her voice broke when she started yelling.

"Please! We need help! He got stung by a wasp! He's having a reaction! Please help!" Sarah started yelling while JJ went and started knocking harshly on the window.

Pope was still gasping for air. Dylan looked at him again in complete fear and she banged harder on the door. "Please help us!" She shouted along with the others.

Finally, Ricky opened the door again and Dylan was not expecting him to be half naked. "Alright, alright! Who can't breathe?"

"Look at him!" Said John B. "Help my friend!"

Ricky huffed and stepped out of the way for them to come in. "Nice to meet you. Sorry!" Sarah apologized and quickly went inside.

"Lovely home!" Said Dylan and the pair of them ran to the closest table and cleared it off. She looked at the others. "Put him here! Put him here!"

"You know I wouldn't come to you if it wasn't an emergency." Said JJ. John B and Kiara put Pope on the table. "Hang in there, buddy."

"What's wrong with him?" Asked Ricky.

"Wasps!" Sarah answered.

"Wasps?"

"Yes!"

"Is he allergic to wasps?"

"Clearly!" Dylan and Kiara exclaimed at once. "He needs an epinephrine shot!"

"Raise his legs!" Yelled JJ and John B elevated Pope's legs.

"What's his name?"

"Pope."

Ricky stood by Dylan and she stood over him, breathing so deeply she thought she was going to pass out. "Hey, Pope?" Ricky looked at her. "How did you know what shot he needs?"

She threw her hands up. "It was apart of my lifeguard training. Just please hurry!" She stressed.

"Okay, hang tight. I gotta get my kit." He told them and ran off.

"Hang tight? Hang tight, Ricky!" JJ panicked.

"He's looking for a kit. Go help." John B instructed him.

Dylan brushed her hand across Pope's forehead. "Hey, P, it's going to be alright." She assured him while her voice was shaking. "I need you to breathe for me. That's all I need." Her eyes welled with scared tears. She'd seen a lot of kids at the pool have allergic reactions, some as young as the age of four. Braxton was allergic to peanuts and he had an allergic reaction once when he was eight. It was a scary sight and an even scarier feeling. For it to be happening to the boy she loved, it was almost impossible to handle.

"What does it look like?"

"It's like a duffle bag!"

"Where's your kit?" Kiara nearly screamed.

Pope's wheezing got worse. Dylan continued to caress his hair and assure him that it would be okay. "It's alright, honey. You're so tough. You can get through this."

Ricky finally found his kit and he came running back into the room. "Okay. Okay, I got it! I got it! I got it!"

The Pogues sighed with relief. "Okay, what do we do now?" Asked JJ in a hurry.

"You don't do anything cause you're not a paramedic," Ricky replied and looked at Dylan. "Excuse me, please?" She reluctantly moved and stood by Sarah's side and held her arm. He looked down at Pope. "Okay, hey, Pope. How you doing, man? You look like shit." He took out the needle. "Here's the thing. This is a pediatric dose of epinephrine." Ricky explained to them.

"Is that gonna be enough?" Sarah questioned as they objected.

Dylan knew what it meant. "N-No, you can't. You can't do it!" She shakily objected.

"What? What are you talking about, D?" JJ inquired.

"It is ten times a normal dose. So if. . .if it doesn't stop his heart, it'll help him. But I gotta use them whole thing, or it won't work and I'm not going down if he dies." Ricky clarified.

"No." Dylan protested again.

"Okay! Fine! Do it! Do it!" JJ said at the same time as her.

"No, you can't!"

"We don't have a choice, Dylan!" He yelled at her.

"HE'LL DIE!" Dylan shouted with clouded eyes.

"He's already dying! Just do it!" JJ shouted at Ricky.

There was a painful stab of fear that went into her side, making her double over. Dylan's breathing increased sharply and she felt weak. Sarah grabbed her and held her so that she wouldn't fall.

Ricky injected Pope with the epinephrine. He wheezed again at the sharp feeling. He pulled the needle out. "Okay, um, that's it." He awkwardly said.

"That's it?" Dylan repeated in disbelief.

"Now what?" Sarah asked.

"Now we wait."

She kept her eyes on Pope and locked her hands together until her knuckles were white. She prayed to god in her head. She was terrified of the possible outcome and Dylan refused to believe it could happen. She refused.

The Pogues stood there panicking as they waited for Pope to wake up. But he didn't move and his wheezing stopped. "You killed him." Kiara bluntly stated.

Ricky shook his head. "No—"

"Yes, you did!"

"I didn't do shit. I did exactly what you asked me to." He argued with her.

People always said if you were to cut open Pope's chest and pull out his heart, you would find Dylan's heart. They beat the same. They broke the same. They grew the same. They beat for each other. There are so many bad things that happen but Dylan was his good thing. Pope was her good thing. Dylan was a complete person. She had everything she wanted, and nothing to complain about that she didn't. She didn't need to live for anyone but oh god, she couldn't live without Pope. She refused to.

"No," she found herself saying and she pushed Ricky out of the way. She pushed JJ to the side and hovered over Pope. "Pope, sweetheart." She caressed his skin. He still didn't move or speak. "Pope. P, c'mon." Dylan locked her hands together and put them on his chest. She started doing chest compressions. "You're not dead. Come on, Pope."

Kiara looked at her with teary eyes. "Dylan—"

She ignored her. "Come on. Come on. Stop playing, Pope." Dylan felt the tears in her eyes fall down her face. She continued with the compressions. "Pope, please."

Everyone had stepped back and they were silent, either crying or watching her completely break down with sympathy in their hearts.

Dylan stopped doing compressions and she cupped Pope's face with her hands. "Hey, baby, can you hear me? Do you remember that night we went surfing? You said our lives will b-b-be great once we find the gold." As she stuttered, more tears filled her eyes. She paused when she felt a sob form in her throat. "You said we can do whatever we want. T-That our dreams and everything we've worked for will be ours. But I don't want any of that without you, Pope, because I love you."

Sarah had to look away. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan.

"We all love you, P. Please, don't do this. You have too much to live for." She was begging. He still didn't wake up and Dylan felt like her whole world was splitting apart, like the waves crashed over her head and tried drowning her. The sob released from her throat. She felt a pair of hands gently lay on her back.

Then, Pope's chest rose and string of harsh breaths came from his mouth. Everyone sighed with relief and Dylan's head quickly lifted, her eyes going wide. "Pope?" She said his name delicately. Pope started to cough. "Oh, my god."

They started to laugh. "There he is. That's my boy right there!" JJ cheered and pointed at him.

Pope sat up and continued to heave. "P, baby, are you alright?" Dylan quickly asked him.

"Pope!"

"It's hot! I'm like real hot, guys." Were his first words and Pope stripped off his jacket.

"Take it easy. It's okay." JJ said with a large smile.

"I gotta get outside." Pope jumped off the table and headed for the door.

Dylan furrowed her brows. "Hey, Pope, are you feeling okay?"

"Simmer down." Said John B.

"Take a second. Take a second!" Kiara called out.

"I need to get outside." Pope pushed open the door and stumbled outside into the sun. "It's hot!"

"You're good!" They followed him out.

Dylan's eyes widened as he started running around the yard. She held his jacket in her hands. "P! What are you doing?" She called out.

"Let's go get that cross!" Pope yelled energetically.

"Please don't run into the road!"

"Game six, baby! I'm Michael Jordan!"

"Yeah, game six."















Dylan wondered how many times they were going to let Pope drive high before he killed them. The sun went down and the Pogues drove Mike's truck back to the church to get the cross. The road was empty, thank the lord. "Uh, Pope, you're driving a little fast." Sarah stated nervously from the backseat.

Pope cheered, completely unfazed.

"Pope, last to judge, but I think you should slow down a little." Said JJ.

"That would definitely delay our arrival to the cross. We gotta get there!" Pope said quickly while pointing his finger.

Dylan sat in the passenger seat with one hand gripping his seat and the other hand wrapped around the oh shit handle. She locked her entire body and her heart was beating quickly. "P, we're not gonna get there if you kill us. Please slow down!" She begged shakily.

"Why did we let him drive again?" Kiara wondered while in her own state of panic that he was going to crash her dad's truck.

"Because I said I'd rip your ears off." Pope informed.

Sarah nodded breathlessly. "He said he'd rip our ears off."

"He most likely had enough adrenaline right now to actually do it." Dylan's fear heightened and she tightened her grip on the handle.

Pope started to giggle. "I was just joking about that, by the way. I would never do that." He looked at Dylan. "Especially to you. I love you. Have I told you that? I love you so much and your beautiful ears."

Any other time, she would've been flattered by his sweet words. But right now, she was trying not to die. "I love you too, sweetheart, but you're going really fast right now."

"Hey, how ya feeling, buddy? How ya doing?" John B asked him from the backseat as well.

"Uh, fantastic! I dint know what JJ's cousin gave me, but I am moving!" The driver exclaimed with a bright grin, increasing his speed on the road.

"Okay, well, um, you're going really fast right now—"

"Yeah, really fast!"

Dylan started to feel nauseous. "Oh, my parents are gonna kill me." She moaned.

He swerved on the road, causing all of them to yell. "Pope!" Shouted Sarah.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dylan squeezed her eyes shut.

"I dint know if you noticed, but, there's these giant oak trees all along the road. They're like six inches off the road." John B explained nervously.

Headlights aligned with her view and Dylan's eyes went large. "Car! Pope, CAR!" She screeched.

"You don't need to pass. You don't need to pass." Kiara's nerves intensified.

Pope swerved past the truck with a hard jerk. "What an asshole."

"He's going the speed limit."

"I'm going to puke." Dylan groaned again.

"Like DJ said, we're not gonna get the cross if we're dead!" John B exclaimed.

Pope tore his eyes away from the road and looked over his shoulder. "We're not gonna die. It's our divine right to get that cross—"

"POPE, LOOK OUT!" Dylan screamed when he was coming in contact with an oak tree.

Pope jerked the wheel and the truck started spinning. All six of them started screaming. They crashed into a tree and the air bags went off the same time the windows shattered. Bile started to fill Dylan's throat and she quickly opened the truck door and practically fell out. She threw up on the road.

"Anddd there goes DJ." JJ groaned.

"I hate Pogue life." Dylan heaved.

The rest of them jumped out of the truck. "We're gonna have to walk the rest of the way. I'm going to get my cross." Pope declared and started taking off down the road.

She quickly stood up straight. "Pope." She called his name and started following him. "Hey, P, hold on!"

His adrenaline was still high as kite. He paid no attention to what she said.

"Pope!" Dylan caught his arm and stopped him. "You need to calm down."

Pope spun around and took his arm back. "Get off me, DJ!" He nearly yelled like a crazy person.

She frowned. "Your adrenaline is too high right now. You're gonna crash and hurt yourself if you don't stop."

"I don't care, okay? I'm going to get my cross!"

"Pope, wait up!" JJ hollered.

Pope turned around to walk off again. He was stumbling side to side and there was a truck coming, which spiked Dylan's heart rate. "Pope, there's a truck. Watch out!"

She watched as the truck slowed down as it passed them. Dylan locked eyes with Renfield and she felt the air leave her lungs. Then she saw Rafe, who was driving the truck, and she felt a sudden rise of anger. They drove past all of them in the direction they had to go to get to the church. Dylan knew immediately that when they arrived, the cross wouldn't be there.

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