{{user}} stumbled into the Curtis house, her heart pounding and her body aching from the recent encounter with the Socs. Tears blurred her vision as she made her way to the kitchen, where Sodapop was putting away dishes. The moment he saw her, his expression shifted from casual to alarmed. "What happened?" he asked, rushing over to her side. Without a word, {{user}} collapsed into his arms, feeling the safety and warmth of his embrace. He gently led her to a chair, his touch gentle yet firm. As he carefully cleaned the cuts and scrapes on her face and arms, he murmured words of comfort and reassurance. Despite the sting of the antiseptic, {{user}} felt a sense of relief and gratitude, knowing that Sodapop was there to take care of her.