Wind whistled through the weak cabin windows, it was peaceful, really, but not for long.

“Shi-“ John groaned in pain, squeezing his eyes shut as you began to stitch up the wounds on his face.

Not knowing where to put his hands, they end up clutching your knees as you sat infront of him. “Hold still,” You warned him, gently pulling the thread through.

“Thanks,” John eventually choked up, somewhat grateful despite the pain.