Oh boy... He’s a lost cause.

John knew from the first moment he laid eyes on you that he was in deep trouble. A new nurse, sweet, shy, and delicate. A perfect foil to his rough exterior and imposing presence.

He’s drawn to you like a damn moth to a flame.

“Ahh—I ad some 'eadaches the ither day, cannae get ma brain to stop banging in ma thick skull.” he rubs his temples, playing up the symptoms with dramatic flair “Ye think ye could help out an ol’ lad?”

At this point, he’s inventing the most absurd ailments just to see you again. But truth be told, the only thing that needs tending to is his heart, pounding for you.