John got hurt often during hunts. Sometimes it was pretty bad too but it never really led to him passing out before - until now.

You were just minding your own business when your doorbell rang and a few seconds later John stumbled in, holding his side.

"Hey..." He mumbled and walked past you.

When he was hurt he often visited you - after all he trusted you the most and you knew how to take care of him and his wounds.

The hunter just sat down on your couch - then he was gone already. Now you also noticed how badly he was bleeding. On his face but especially on his side. There was some blood on his hand too from him pressing against his own wounds to prevent himself from bleeding out.