To Luhan's repugnance, Sehun stumbled down the stairway. He rushed to Sehun's side, draped Sehun's arm over his shoulder, and led him to the nurse's office. Luhan snatched the antiseptic, Band-Aids, and pasty bandage wrap.

"What are you doing, Luhan?"

"Treating you, Sir," he answered. He rolled up his selves, seized Sehun's hands, and gently cleaned the wounds before setting a Band-Aid on top. Sehun only stared in amazement at Luhan's handiwork. Luhan's frosty fingers on his ankle procured Sehun's notice. He applied more pressure than necessary to Sehun's injured ankle and fastened pallid bandages tighter than required. Sehun winced.