When John had finished coughing, he straightened out, and rolled his shoulders. His lungs burned from lack of oxygen. Folding up the bloody cloth and shoving it back into a pocket--so that Chas wouldn't see it--he wiped the other hand across his eyes. John Constantine did NOT have watery eyes. This was not possible. There was just something in them. And it was gone as soon as he took his hand away. For a moment he looked at Chas, his young apprentice all knotted up in concern about the cough. But this wasn't the time to tell Chas about the x-rays and what the doctor said, so he looked back up at the other people in the hall.
"Yeah. Just have a cold." It was the only answer he was going to come up with for Chas' benefit. Right now his eyes were flicking between the other's here. They settled momentarily on Ash, and then switched to Jack. "We should search the house, I think." His eyes twitched over the two sets of people that seemed to be having confrontations, and then fell to Nancy, sitting on the floor. "After we all calm down and talk like civilized people."