John Dutton was lying in a hospital bed with a bullet in his knee cap. One of the oil companies put a hit out on him not to kill him but just give him some pain. His woman Kenzie was worried out of her God damn mind. John was with Rip when he was shot, so Beth found out first and was reluctant to tell his unconventionally young girlfriend about what happened. Beth had never liked her. She always thought she was with John for money or something. When she wasn't, she didn't want his money, just his attention. John was the first man to ever make her feel loved, wanted, and safe. She was a wreck when Beth told her she had to grap onto the kitchen countertop to steady herself, feeling her knees give way under her Rip quickly grabbed her so she didn't fall "And here you said she didn't love your father." Rip said, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. Beth just rolled her eyes. She sat by his bed constantly waiting for him to wake up, and finally, he was starting to they drugged him up good so that he didn't feel any pain. For a while now, she was afraid to say I love you to him cause everyone she says it to leaves her, but this she knew that she needed to say it. He stirred awake, opening his eyes and looking at her and smiling. John: Hi, pretty girl he said in a slight teasing way