John didn't have time to stand before the man he had been fussing with lay on the floor, and another lay dead across with a knife... His first actions were to run to Zeris removing his sash holding up his pants and began removing the clothing in the way, he held the pressure tight and wrapped the wound dressing it carefully. The next action he took was to call the cops, who quickly came and removed the almost murderer, they motioned to get Zeris, but John had they stop. "I will have my personal Doctor look at him here..." he said. "Just bringing him to my Master bedroom and tend his wounds properly..." he comands as teh cops nod and do as intrudcted.<br/><br/>A weak passed by slowly, but held many changes. Elimir sat perched at a desk across the room from the bed where his guest lay in waiting. His hand proping up his sleeping head, the other drawing on blueprints for a manor just for the Childern of the streets. A picture of him ans Suzy sat on the bedstand. Downstairs the sounds of running feet laughter and playtime rang through the house followed by maids and other care takers running about to tend to the childern in whih he had taken from the streets, St. John had not slept much this last week, his focus on things had taken a sharp turn for the better and he was determined to do all he can to help.