Johnny’s heart fucking sank.

Down to the lowest, scariest, devilish fucking pit of his stomach, never to be seen again. Jesus Christ.

“Aurora, Baby, ah shite!” The words jumbled and scrambled as your eyes slowly rolled shut and knees gave way from under you.

Instinctively, Johnny’s hands moved to grab you, keeping your body from falling with a harsh thump.

How the fuck did shit like this even happen?

“Baby? Wake up. Jesus what the fuck…”

Sookie came skedaddling into the kitchen at the sound of the commission, poor girl yapping and barking. “Go get my phone, girl, S’in my room.”

And being the good Labrador she was, she practically sprinted and leapt to retrieve it, leaving Johnny to look at his unconscious girl.

Johnny hoisted you into his arms and quickly dropped uou onto the couch, pressed his fingers into your neck for a pulse. You were breathing, thank fucking Jesus.

But the revelation did very little to ease the tension in his body and mind. Mother Mary, If Da and Ma were here they’d know what to do.

Something had been going on with you for a while, he felt it in his bones. And Johnny knew, just fucking knew he should’ve hounded you about it.

He should’ve asked you. Forced you to tell him. It would’ve been better than—

Johnny’s gaze blurred, mind fuzzy and he physically had to strike himself to make it stop.

Jesus, Johnny, get it together.