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When the door finally gave way, a huge wave of relief spilled over Corin. She stumbled straight into him, her body weak as he grabbed her arms trying to support her. The blood on her wrists smeared onto him, and he cringed at the warm liquid. He saw all of the bruises, and anger started to boil inside of him. "Maya…" He let out in a relieved breath, moving to lay her down. "I need to get you out of here." He mumbled in a hushed voice, his face now stricken with the worry of his mind, and the anger boiling in his veins.

His focus shifted to her wrists, and he frowned realizing that they were probably not form her father. He let out a small sigh, before pulling off his sweatshirt and t-shirt. Corin ripped parts of his t-shirt into two long strips and started to tie them around her arms just above the cuts to slow the blood flow. "I need to get you to the hospital…" He muttered as he moved to pull his sweatshirt back on. He froze for a moment, slowing down and taking a look at Maya.

His hand moved to touch the side of her face gently, thumb caressing her cheekbone. "I'm so sorry." He whispered genuinely. He looked at her, there in the moment for a small period of time before leaning down and kissing her forehead softly. It was a small gesture, but he hoped it would give her more hope.