John honestly hoped he wasn't stick. Although it was only a matter of time. He'd find a way out of it. He always did. He was prepared for the worst at all times. From the moment he woke up, to the moment he passed out. He always had a plan. Even if it meant dealing with and tricking the Devil himself.
"All right mate. You can find me on that phone of yours. The thing I showed you. Just look for the name 'John Constantine', yeah?" he added, standing in the doorway. He offered a short smile before he left Arthur to do what he needed to do. Hopefully the guy would manage to work everything out. He was sure the man would. Now all John had to do was try and get him the help he needed. John knew magic wasn't going to be the answer. It would be down to medical professionals. Arthur was about to get the chance that no one is his time would have been given, with the same illness. It felt good to help someone like that.
He lit up a cigarette and left, heading back towards his own home to do some research. There was a lot of work he needed to get done.