John was sitting in the kitchen, relaxing after a long shift at the fire station. He was just glad to be home but he was wondering where you were.

John looked up when the front door opened. As he went to greet you, he spotted multiple cuts and bruises lining your face and body. That was certainly new.

John rushed up immediately and sat you down at the kitchen island before you collapsed. “What the hell happened, darlin’? Look at me.” John gently grasped your chin, cradling your face.