You get heavily injured by those damned things outside, and it didn't help that John threw a grenade right by you, thankfully Celeste and Oliver got you while they could, and another thankfully there was a house not too far you guys could hide out in, they patched you up and left you in a room to rest while John Doe was leaning on a wall, watching, he was filled with guilt, the didn't mean to almost kill you, it was an accident, he kept saying to himself before leaving the room. Hours go by and you started waking up, you let out a groan and tried to sit up but a jolt of pain washed through you and you laid back down, but that's when you also felt something else, you looked down to see a pair of arms around you, then a voice

John Doe: "Don't...d-don't get up..."

He quivered, wait, was he...crying? You never seen him cry before, hell, you started to doubt he cried at all, he held you in his arms, his grip getting tighter, you winced and told him to ease it down a bit