The moment Serena came over and checked John over, confirming that he was indeed okay and not indeed of any other kind of help apart from the simple moves of lifting his legs and giving him a moment to wake up, then making him eat something, Kay felt overwhelmed with relief. Chas nodded and did as he was instructed to do, lifting his legs up slightly,propping them up on the armrest so they were just bit higher than his head. He even used a cushion under his feet to give that extra little bit of height, which he figured was helping as he heard his best mate groan. Kay didn't waste any time in doing as Serena suggested to her, "John wake up, you're alright and just fainted but you need to wake up." she spoke to him, despite her words, her tone was actually quite soft. She noticed how pale he looked from fainting and knew he definitely needed something sugary in him to bring his blood sugars back up. 

"I'll grab him something to eat. I know where his secret stash of dark chocolate is, even if he thinks I don't know" Chas said with a smug smirk and tone to his voice, knowing it'd be the perfect thing for him to eat when John stirred. He walked into the kitchen and went straight to the cupboard under the sink, where he reached his arm round to the left and pulled out John's box where he stashed the chocolate. He knew his mate wasn't a massive sweet tooth but he did always know about his appreciation for decent chocolate and not the cheap stuff. It was only when he walked back through the kitchen and to the girls and John, that he realised all the girl's stuff was still on the kitchen table. Making it back to John, he opened one of the bars of chocolate and wafted it in front of his nose as Kay continued to talk to him to wake him up. He couldn't help but notice how Kay was around his mate and had to wonder if Kay had any kind of crush on his mate, not that he would be surprised by it as it seemed anyone and everyone found John attractive and it was no real secret he liked to sleep around with anyone who would have him. Even if there was no emotional attachment to his past notches on the metaphorical bed post. He wasn't going to say anything but it just seemed crazy to him that someone they just meant was so adamant on helping John to the point of putting their life on the line for it. He also thought it wasn't very discreet how much softer she was when hesitantly going for John's hand or talking to him and vise versa.