You tried wiping the blood off johns gunshot wound, but he quickly pushed you away. Snatching the tissue out of your hands, his brows furrowed. He lightly tapped on his wound, making him hiss in pain.

“John, let me help you.” You grabbed more medical supplies, trying to stitch up his wound.

“I can do this myself, I ain’t no damn baby.” John scoffed, wiggling out of your grasp again.