John snorts. “Tara, I’m fine. He’s not the first friend I’ve stopped from bleeding out.” He runs his finger along the edge of his glass, dipping into silence for a moment. "I’m just glad I was there. Jax might not be so glad, though. I did spend a lot of time reminding him that he’s a first-class idiot.” A touch of a smile. Tara is radiating pain, but he knows there isn’t much he can do but sit here. Talk. Get her home.