Fuck. It's the heavy thought that runs through his mind as he's hit stronger than he can ever remember in his life, and if John's exact command hadn't been to relax he might have actually felt a pang of fear at how easily the other does it to him. Instead, there's the faint glaze that comes across his eyes, not completely zoned out but when a Guide of that strength tells someone to calm down, he calms down. Slowly he does as told, laying down as docile as a kitten but his eyes stay on the Guide.

A Guide, at this age, with no Bond? How... How is that even possible? He's never heard of such a thing. Guides are always scooped up and used where needed the most, sometimes keeping up with several Sentinels if they are strong enough. Maybe... this doctor had been Bonded but the Sentinel's dead? That's a whole lot more likely but...

He can't help but take a deep breath and the faint groan that leaves him at how good it suddenly smells in here. He's equally never heard of a Guide using their abilities like this but it makes sense in a strange sort of way. As strong as a Sentinel. Still, he's not completely bull-headed. He's got a good brain behind that thick skull.

"...you're in hiding." Quiet, a breath out. John smells incredible. Another breath in.