She'd noticed the wounds and it made her stomach lurch, just from the sight alone. Her boyfriend looked like he'd been through hell and back, possibly even worse. They'd gotten too complacent with his dreams being missing, as it were. No, not missing. Just dormant.
Even if he had told her to get away from him, to stay away, she wouldn't of. John knew her far better than that. Especially when he was like this. When there was blood everyhwere. It's why she grabs a wet washcloth and does what she can to clean him up. Not hearing Julian come in, just being a bit startled by his touch. Probably to both of them just to make sure they were alright.