"Good. I have an allergic reaction to people getting crushed when I'm around." He gently patted Johnny's shoulder, glad he was okay, then nodded. "Rest, shock might set it."
Then he moved to check the driver, who was waking up, and checking their pulse. A wave of alcoholic scent made it clear what had happened. "Citizen, it's never a wise choice to drink and drive."
The man in the car was confused and unsure of what was going on as John talked to him, his voice gentle and calm. A few minutes later, the police came into sight and John turned back to Johnny with a smile on unfamiliar lips under his mask. In the slow Southern drawl of the Wraith, he spoke.
"Do you think you'll be okay? You'll need to give a report and talk to an EMT at the very least."