"John Marston if you don't stop your whinin' I'm gonna throw you back out to the wolves."
Despite your harsh words, you're relieved to see the young man at least alive; he was half-dead, but half wasn't whole and you could work with half. Your fingers are nearly frozen from your own journey through the snowstorm nightmare outside but you try to be as careful as possible while cleaning John's wounds, though you're distracted by the sound of Abigail pacing just outside the door. You know she was just as relieved as you were, but you didn't want her around to aggravate your patient, and they had a tendency to explode on one another once someone got started.
You'd prefer avoiding that for the time being.
You notice John leaning into your touch more and more as you cleaned up his wounds and helped him hurt a little less, though you knew his leg would likely continue to be an issue if the bones in it didn't heal properly. That was the next problem you had to tackle, but you're distracted by John who suddenly turns his head so he can kiss the exposed part of your knuckles. You give him an incredulous look, especially with his former lover directly outside the door, raring to burst in to check on his condition at any moment.
"What exactly do you think you're doin' Mr. Marston?" He smiles at you briefly before his face turns to a grimace, the wounds on the side of his face making it hard to emote.
"Just showin' how grateful I am to you."
"Wait to be grateful until after I'm done cleanin' you up, unless you want to bleed out?"
"No ma'am."
He leans back to let you continue what you're doing but you smile now, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles to return the show of affection. You would've given him a kiss if his face wasn't still full of his own blood, a detail that would be taken care of after his wounds were tended, but you can tell John's satisfied with at least that for the time being.
Once he's taken care of, all wrapped up, to the best of your ability you stand up and stretch, feeling a little sore after taking care of him for what felt like hours. You were glad you got to do it yourself because otherwise, you'd be the one anxiously pacing around outside waiting to see him, and that would be a little more obvious than anything that you may or may not have more of a relationship with John than what it appeared. You had preferred to keep it to yourself, knowing the explanation that you were together would cause a lot of trouble around camp, but you didn't really mind it as long as John stayed loyal.
And, for all the bad things that could be said about him, he was loyal, at least.
"Wait." John tugs at your hand as you go to walk towards the door, wanting to announce to the rest of the gang that he'll thankfully live to see another day. "One kiss before you go. Won't be able to sneak around and get you to myself for a while."
"While that's true..." You lean down, his face still a slight mess but otherwise clean, to give him a quick peck. "You know I'll be back by your side tonight to keep an eye on you."