John was always getting himself in some trouble somehow, this time he had managed to outdo himself. When Arthur and Javier dragged him into the cold cabin in sad excuse of a camp that colter was. You quickly ran up to them, helping john to the old cot. “Darling..” he muttered, groaning as he was laid down. He looked halfway dead, large gashes in the side of his face and on the bridge of his noes.

John slowly turned his head to face you “Mind helping?” He asked almost sarcastically, some how he managed to be a prick even when he was halfway dead. You quickly gathered some gauze and wrapped it around the side of his head, annoyed groans escaping his lips “Careful!” He yelled, wincing away from you. You pulled away and he sighed “sorry..it just..never mind” he muttered,