"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Johnny said, turning Daniel's jaw and tugging him down carefully so he could kiss him. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not mad at you. I know how he is. It's not your fault. I was dying. You did what you had to." Johnny said, his breathing labored.
Taking a long sip of Coke, Johnny was definitely going to kill Silver and Kreese, as soon as he could. He knew that Daniel hated this, and he knew that he could do something about it. Johnny knew that Daniel thought he couldn't, but he was going to. He couldn't let this happen to Daniel anymore.
He coughed, his eyes fluttering. "'S tired." He said, sighing. Johnny was having trouble breathing, machines were helping him.