I honestly wasn't sure if the term "limp" referred to limping or being limp, like unconscious. But i'm sticking with having a limp because there's another prompt later that I wan't to have JJ unconscious for.

Anyways, here we go!

JJ was working on his rusty bike in the garage, he was a little on edge because of the setting but he knew his father wouldn't be home for a long time. There was a radio in the corner blasting some old rock music, probably the only working thing in the entire house, and he would occasionally hum along while getting tools. Something had happened to his bike, he's not sure yet but it looked like a carburetor problem because his engine wouldn't turn over. Plus it was usualy the same problem every time, just an easy fix for him.

"Ahh perfecto" He states to himself before starting it up. The engine rumbles to life easily. JJ takes his helmet and heads off to test his baby for a joy ride.

Not yet sure of where he was heading, JJ just cruises around Kildare until his gas tank, which definitely wasn't full to begin with, reaches E. He starts to head back towards downtown so he could get some gas and get to the Chateau. Luke had most likely returned by now, so JJ didn't want to risk anything.

On his way to town, he was just driving down a one-way road when this dark blue truck just comes out of absolutely no where from around a blind corner. His hand lets go of the gas and grabs the break so quick, but of course it wasn't quick enough. He practically flips over his bike, landing on his right side and the bike sliding to halt next to him.

JJ looks up slowly at the car, looking just as shocked as the man inside, that's already exiting his driver door and heading over to help the teenager up. The man was slightly balding but really tall, kind of a threatening trait for JJ. But he had smile wrinkles around his eyes that suggested he was a kind gentleman.

As soon as JJ was lifted to his feet by this man he hissed as he applied pressure to his right leg. Balancing his weight on his left leg while also slightly leaning into the man, he comments "I'm really sorry sir, I didn't see you turning the corner." He tries his best to sound sincere but all he can really focus on is the pain coursing through his lower body.

The man smiles kindly once again, the sun reflecting off of his eyes making them look like they were shining, "It's okay son, I'm just happy I was able to press the brakes quick enough. Would you like a ride to the hospital because you're legs not in a very good state?" The man observes, already urging JJ to hop in the car.

Judging by the condition the truck was in, a rust adorning the handles and rims, this man was likely from the cut as well. The thing was, JJ really didn't want to go to the hospital, he avoided it like the plague. He also didn't want to leave his bike here. This man most likely saw the conflict because he says "I can load your bike into my hood, C'mon."

"Nono, I think it would be better for me not to go to the hospital, I can't really afford it very well sir. Could you possibly just drop me off near my house?" JJ insists, accepting the mans help after realizing that there was no way that his bike survived and he wasn't going to walk 4 miles with the amount of pain he was in.

"Of course son. Now...what's your name?" He prods, assisting JJ into the passenger seat. "JJ." He responds curtly.

"Nice to meet you JJ, I'm Robbie." JJ nods in acknowledgment. He's surprised that he's never seen this man around.

Around 10 minutes later Robbie has the bike loaded in the trunk and after he's made sure that it was secure, he heads back to the driver's seat and hops in. "Where to?" Robbie questions JJ, who was sitting very still and leaning against the window to try as if he was trying to lean as far away from Robbie as possible. JJ gives him the address and is dropped off not even 10 minutes later.

"Thanks so much Robbie, I owe you one." JJ salutes mockingly as Robbie waves his hat and they depart. The truck pulls out of the rocky driveway, leaving the bike leaning against the porch.

JJ limps heavily into the house, knowing that John B was home and willing to help him.

"Jesus Jay was that your dad?" John B shouts as soon as the door shuts and he sees JJ standing there leaning against the wall with blood covering the right pant leg of his ripped and torn cargo pants.

JJ shrugs with a huffed laugh. "Nah, I crashed my bike a couple miles away. Some dude named Robbie drove me back." John B nodded as he hooked JJ's arm around his back and practically carried him to a stool next to the dining table.

"Damn Dude, that is one helluva road rash." John B comments after JJ takes off the cargo pants and slips on a more comfortable pair of shorts. The bleeding rash travels up his entire thigh.

"Nothing a nice nap won't fix" JJ says, gritting his teeth as John B adjusts his leg and causes the skin to twist painfully.

"Mhmm, sure." Those are the last words spoken during and after the entire process of cleaning it. With a clean, well as clean as he could get, rag, John B dipped it in water and washed out the small pieces of gravel and dirt. Leaving behind raw skin.

"Won't be wearing pants again soon I bet." John B remarks.

"Haha" Was the sarcastic response that made him chuckle.

Onto Chapter fourrrr!