Today was a bad day.... a really really bad day. John waited at the elevator only to see the light from inside it rise up through the crack in the door to pass him by....  inspecting the call button again, the thing  had been busted up good. taken a few  10mm rounds to boot. Johnny had been in such a panic he hadn't noticed it before. by  this time the others were already up, opening the door, and leaving but Johnny didn't know any of this... all he knew was he was down here with those blasted monsters and that had to change and quick. hobbling over to the other elevator door he'd pry it open with a bit of strain before carefully etching himself over to the emergency ladder and climbing his way up. each step felt like it was gonna kill him though, each time he'd move his hand to grip the next handle bar his arm screamed  in pain, as did his leg and  his hip. Johnny boy was gonna need a doc after this.

Johnny  B. managed the climb though, but with barely any energy left in him as he crawled out onto the floor of the top level, pulling himself along with his hands as his legs dragged behind him. looking to the other elevator he'd grimace at the sight of the dead guards and mutilated corpses. groaning though he'd press on. crawling his way towards the exit. he couldn't die here, not like this, not now. a red hue started to encroach on his vision as he could feel his heartbeat in his head, his temples throbbing in tune with it as he made his way down  the steps in a haphazard manner.  seeing the door already opened Johnny  would continue crawling along inch by inch. but as he got closer, his Pipboy's enhancements picked up a radio frequency... turning it on John let some of his mind be calmed by the addition of music which  would  echo through the cave and towards the exit as he crawled. the pain was intense and boy did it suck to be him right now... but the music helped him forget. not as good as Med-X but good enough. His pipboy's medical readout didn't look good. his right arm and leg were both flashing red and his chest was about three quarters of the way down  on  it's little status bar. indicators suggested a few cracked ribs. 

The others probably heard Johnny long before he came into sight as he crawled along. tool box dragging behind him on a strap, the sound of his pipboy, and the clanking of a pretty mangled shotgun and a large wrench tended to make a bit of noise. When Johnny B. finally saw the others standing by the exit out into the waistland "Osaki... oh good.  oh good. Mat. Mat keep you saf...safe did  he?" he'd ask, straining himself a bit more  as he inched his way closer to the party, crawling on the floor.