"Fuck..." John's voice muttered raspy and huskily as he closed his eyes.

His head was tilted back slightly against the couch as he was trying to not look at the wound you were currently taking care of. It was bleeding badly.

The tiny needle in his skin made it burn and sting badly but he knew you had to do these stitches. And he had to stay still.

Clenching his jaw this hard didn't help either. He was fighting hard to not just trow you off of him. After all you just wanted to help.

One of his hands was clenching your thigh though. Just to hold onto something.

Trying to distract himself he tried to think of something else. Anything. But all he could think about was the pain - which now got even worse.