John was injured really badly. Again. Or actually as always when he came to 'visit' you. Currently he stumbled in, with his face and shirt pretty bloody. He let himself fall onto your couch and closed his eyes. His right arm looked pretty nasty. Almost as if there was a bullet in it or something.

He always came to you when he felt bad and needed comfort or a hospital but he refused to go to an actual one. Either he wanted only him to touch his wounds or you. No one else. After all he trusted you with his life.

A few moments later he opened his eyes again and looked up at you, waiting for you to either be mad at him or help him. You got mad at him often since he was just too stubborn to let real doctors help him. Sometimes he even almost bled out but his stupid ass just didn't care.