Johny spots you on the pavement a few feet away, just a limp body on the the cold, hard ground. His eyes go wide as he swears under his breath and race towards your body, his heart rate increasing as he prays that he didn’t find a dead body. He pulls your body onto your back and thanks everything that you’re breathing and your eyes are open, tears evidently coming down your face. “Oh glory… are you alright?!” He whispers horribly worried, scratches and blood cover your body.