Saturday. Shannon!
Johnny looked....not great. While he didn't care about looking good or what he was wearing or any of that, this was another level entirely. As it turned out, it wasn't just red liquid masquerading as blood, it was the actual, gross stuff. That got tacky and uncomfortable after too long, that got all over everywhere and made everything taste like pennies.
He'd been sitting in one of the containment cells, wearing a bracelet for an hour just to confirm that it wasn't him -- he wasn't causing it or (more importantly?) allowing it to continue. He traded it back to Lyss for some (tame) painkillers for the headache he had, and trudged upstairs. His clothes felt stiff and heavy, dark with blood. He clearly wasn't thinking much because initially he'd gone immediately for the shower, only to turn it on and yup, blood. Great. He could still change though, so he did that, just into some Xavier's athletic wear before he left his room.
He hadn't actually been to see Shannon much since she'd come to the school. If he had to pick a favorite person in the world, she'd be it. The bar was in hell though, so make of that what you will. He hadn't immediately pounced when she came though, he'd stayed back some and just waited to see if some bomb was going to drop. When it didn't, and when it wasn't something she'd just decided she didn't like at all, that encouraged him to see her more. Today, even, until the blood had happened. And now maybe because the blood had happened.
He knocked on the door, his hand and arm smeared with what was left after a dry towel had been scrubbed across. His face and hair...well, no one was getting off light today. Maybe the people who'd been in the rain and showers had it a tiny bit worse though. He just wanted Shannon to be in.