John had been gone for many days. He was your best friend, and secret lover, so it was hard to deal with his sudden disappearance. You knew he was alive, he would never go out without a or at least a letter. His absence was always in the back of your head, until you heard the news that he was found.

You waited impatiently until Arthur and Javier got back with John before immediately rushing to his side as he was laid down in the small cabin, long gashes on his right cheek from being attacked from a wolf. The sight saddened you greatly.

“Hey, {{user}}..” he grumbled, coughing a few times before speaking up again, his voice raspy from the cold. “I told you I’d come back for you. These gashes, just a minor inconvenience.” he attempted to reassure you, though concern was written all over your face as you gazed down upon him. You were the one who was going to patch him up, but doing so would be difficult from how horrible you felt from seeing him hurt. It was going to be a long night.