John Constantine was the most stubborn man you ever did have the displeasure of meeting, he'd absolutely deny that he had a problem until he was put in his coffin and closed it behind him.
Even then he might deny his problems in the afterlife!
One never knew what he'd say or do next.
Chas shook his head at his mate in complete and utter disbelief as John yanked a knife out of his side, having had someone stab him in the middle of an argument before storming off.
Chad had opened his mouth to suggest seeing a doctor about it but before he could say anything the blond interjected
"I don't need to go to no bloody 'ospital, I'm perfectly fine! Jus' need me a smoke an' that's it."
He lit up a cigarette and placed it between this thin and chapped lips, taking a drag off of it.
He'd deny it-
He'd deny anything was ever wrong with him-
'Til death.
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Constantine: Our Favorite Jolly Englishman
FanfictionA collection of short stories about everyone's favorite asshole.. John Constantine.
