Blood wasn’t a thing John considered to be disturbing or gross, he’s seen so much of it in his life, nothing really phases him anymore.

That was until his baby came home from school, teary eyed and a blubbering mess, his sweet love couldn’t even get a word out, too caught up in their cries.

The most painful part, the blood on their precious little limbs. It wasn’t much, just a couple time scrapes, but all of a sudden blood was the most terrifying thing.

“I know it hurts, lovie, but you gotta tell me what happened,” He coaxes softly, rubbing an alcohol soaked swab over the cut on their knee, pressing a small kiss on the skin below the injury.