Re: AFTERMATH-Florence & John
He'd come in toward the last of the survivors. Being the field medic he had to make sure people were able to limp in, and those who needed carrying in got it. But then finally yes, he was among them. Sitting in the snow at the entrance of the Roadhouse, staining it with crimson.
He looked up at the sound of someone coming near. His hand tensing again and causing him to grimace in pain. He couldn't shoot anymore. If it was a demon, that was it. That was the end of the line, he couldn't even flex his hand. But through blood and dirt he could see it was Florence. She was safe, at least as much as could be given the battle and all. Part of him had wanted to stay back with her and Bo, but the other knew he was more use to them out in the field. Captain Watson still existed deep down beyond the pain and hurt he'd been subjected to that this world kept throwing in his face. It'd shown on the battle field too.
"He's gone..Lucifer. We won." But for one who'd just beaten the devil, his face didn't reflect happiness that should have been there. Only sorrow, the cost had been great. Two people that had acted as a rock to him were gone.
John had several deep injuries on his face. One above his eye that likely needed stitches and his left hand was wrecked. It was almost likely he'd not be able to shoot anymore judging by it's mangled appearance. His entire left sleeve of his jacket was gone, torn of by some massive animal judging by it's pitiful appearance. John was unphased by it.
"Rose and Harry are gone." He finally managed to say. Every time he tried to get better, this world just threw pain and suffering back in his face. No light reached his eyes, it was almost as though they'd actually lost to him.