First thing is first, John has got to fix that arm.

Gingerly, John Doe examined his shoulder. He grimaced looking at it for the first time. It was sickening, painful just to look at. The shoulder was swollen and purple. He had bruised it badly on the door and he could barely move it now. He figured he probably had dislocated the damned thing. “Okay, John, think what can you do that won’t expose yourself.” John ordered himself.

It was then that he remembered an old episode of Farscape, one in which John had a dislocated shoulder. He had slammed it against a hard wall to shove it into place. It was a grim prospect. He secured the door to the smoking room. The irony of using these doors to relocate his shoulder was not lost on him. The pain killed him more than dislocating it had; a thing he would not have imagined possible. His eyes began to tear up. His nose ran. But he persevered against the pain, until he felt the ball of his arm slip back into its socket. He felt like he was going to puke, the pain was so sever. Slowly, he tried to breath through the pain. His shoulder had burst open as he slammed it against the door and now the hot blood ran down his arm.

Then he remembered he had left Rachel bathing for over an hour. He grabbed his torn shoulder and pressed against the break in the skin to stem the bleeding. He hobbled back up the staircase and knocked on the bathroom door. It was not locked or even lockable, but she was still naked behind that door.

Rachel awoke with a shudder. She had fallen asleep sometime ago. Now she was awake and the water had gone cold. “Rachel are you okay?” came a voice from the other side of the door. She was in a mild shock. “Just a second,” She called out.

She dashed out of the tub and tried to wrap her towel around herself but it was too painful. She suddenly realized that she really didn’t care if she was clothed she just wanted someone to be with her right now. She needed someone who could hold her and make her feel safe, and her savior was just on the other side of that door. Rachel opened the door, and, naked as the Lord had made her, threw her arms around John.