John immediately threw away and put out the cigarette under his boot as soon as he heard his daughter crying in the bathroom.

"What's wrong, kid? Are you okay?" John asked in a panic, his hand shaking on the bathroom doorknob, ready to open it. Eventually, you gave him permission to enter and he stepped in.

Then he saw you sitting there crying, blood all around you. If before he was in a panic, now he was about to faint.

"Hell, what happened? Are you hurt?! Where is it coming from?" John asked kneeling beside you. You nodded, still crying, and pointed your finger down there.

It took him a few seconds to realize what it was, and he sighed in relief as soon as he understood you you weren't having a external bleeding or whatever.

"It's okay kid, you're gonna be fine. This is a natural transition that all girls go through at a certain age. Nothing serious. Your mother will explain it to ya better, don't worry." John stated with a comforting smile and a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Yet now he had to wait for Abigail, who in the meantime had to deal with your brother, Jack. John became a father twice but still needed some support, especially with.. These unmanly issues.