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When she opened her door to reveal the man nearly doubled over in pain, her motherly instincts took over. She did not question what he was doing or why he was at her apartment; all she wanted was to make sure that he was going to be okay. Stephanie bit her lip as she looked at one of the many wounds, some of old scars and others of fresh blood, that littered his body. She had never been on this side of the fence, she had only ever been bandaged by others (though the damage was never this severe). Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. With him having been beaten into a bloody pulp, knowing what he did for a living, and now having him in her home? She was afraid, for his safety and her own. The feeling of helplessness dawned over her as she clenched her fist and handed the tweezers over to him. Who was she to feel weak and scared when Guk was in this condition? “I’m sorry.” She says softly as she grabs the bottle of rubbing alcohol, unscrewing the cap for him so it’d be ready for use.