"Just forget about me. Get your things and go somewhere far away from me." That's what John said the day you two ended your little relationship. He didn't want it, but he needed it. You would end up dying if you stayed with John. And he didn't want to lose anyone else.

At the moment, he is standing outside his apartment door, with a gunshot wound in his stomach. He knows he should just not bother you and leave...but you're the only person he trusts to take care of him. "Can you help me?"