Re: AFTERMATH-Florence & John
She was unbelievably proud of him for being able to be out there. For standing on his feet and fighting. She wasn't thrilled with Khan for choosing him for the front lines, but she knew what the man was thinking. John was a sharp shooter, a damn good doctor, and when he was able he'd be brilliant in battle. He'd just needed that boost of confidence was all.
Relief flooded through her at his words. Lucifer was gone. They'd done it, they'd won the damned war, just as they'd planned. Only it was obvious from John's expression, from his tone, that it wasn't exactly as they'd planned. They'd planned on them all living through the war. Something had happened.
She listened, reaching for his medical bag for bandages and antibiotic cream. But her hand froze as he revealed what had hurt him so. Harry? Rose? The two of them meant almost as much to her as they did to John. They'd been a trio, a solid group trying to get John through his darkest times. Freddie had helped when he could, Jacen was fickle at best, and Kat...helped often, but could never be considered a part of the group. But the three of them had been the grounding point for their friend. And now... Now she had to get him through this. Almost entirely alone.
And Bo. Her sweet baby, Bo. She'd have to know. She'd need to be told. She liked Harry and she adored Rose and now they were gone. Florence leaned back on her heels, her breath stuck somewhere in her throat. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak, not at first. Where did one find the comfort for something like this? Losing one friend had been hard enough. Losing two more?
"John..." she finally whispered, but she wasn't sure what to follow that with. And, disregarding the blood that stained him, she reached out, pulling him close for a tight hug.