A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towar...
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THE NEWS ABOUT MALIA GOT WARDED finally got to the Pogues. As soon as they heard about it, they all made a quick trip to the hospital when JJ informed it to them. John B, Pope and Kie jumped out from the camper van after John B parked it and bursted into the hospital.
Kie approached the counter to ask the nurse there "Hey, good evenin" she greeted them with a smile, Pope and John B waiting for her at the back.
"Hey there, sweetheart. What can I help you?" The nurse, a middle age woman replied to her with a soft smile on her face.
"Yes, actually. I'm here to visit my friend but I don't know what room she's in" Kie continued "Maybe you can help me with it?"
"Sure, what's your friend's name?" The nurse asked as she moved to a PC.
"It's Malia, Malia Jane Maybank" Kie muttered Malia's full name, thought it would help the woman to find it quickly by them.
The nurse nodded as she heard her "Just give me a second--" she hold up a finger.
The nurse quickly tapped away on her PC, her brow furrowing slightly as she searched for Malia's room number.
Kie waited patiently but anxiously, the waiting times in the hospital always feeling like eternity.
After a few moments, the nurse looked up and shot Kie a warm smile "Ah, yes. She's in room 317, down at the end of the hall" she said, pointing in the direction of the room.
Kie thanked the nurse and turned back to the others, who were still waiting at the back "I got her room number. She's in 317" She said, her voice a mix of worry and relief.
The two Pogues nodded, their expressions a mix of worry and determination, and they all started making their way towards the end of the hall. As they walked, the hospital's sterile smells enveloped them – the antiseptic smell of the halls, the faint smell of cleaner that clung to the air. It only added to the tense atmosphere they all felt.
They finally reached the 3rd floor, the number on the sign glowing faintly in the semi-darkness. The hallway was oddly empty, the only noise the sound of their heartbeats and their footsteps.
They reached room 317 and stopped in front of the door. John B knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. There was a moment of silence inside the room before a soft 'come in' came from the other side of the door.
The door opened, revealing JJ, who looked ashen and tired as if he hadn't slept in days. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a mess "Hey, guys" He said quietly, his voice hoarse and dry.
He moved aside to let the group enter, his gaze flickering over them. Glad that they finally made it here and the sight of his friends ease his worries a little.
In the room, Malia was in a white bed, hooked up to several machines that monitored her vitals. She was pale, but alive, her face relaxed in sleep. Some of the tubes and wires attached to her made her look like some kind of science experiment, but the steady rise and fall of her chest was reassuring.
