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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 178

warnings: nsfw moments, stalking, mentions of blood, hospitals, stitches, brief mentions of sexual assault. I don't dive too deep into that because it's not actively happening (nor would i ever actually write that) but it is mentioned hmh masterlist

Despite both of you wanting to stay next to each other the entire time, you knew that John needed to be taken into surgery. He clung to your hand until they finally rolled him off to the operating room. You don’t know much as of right now, but they said that he’ll be fine. All you care about right now is that he’s getting taken care of, which he is, but you still can’t stop yourself from worrying. Your anxiety is through the roof.

Nothing is helping your anxiety, of course. You’re chewing on your bottom lip and pacing back and forth, nervously picking at your nails. No one has told you anything other than he’ll be fine. To be fair, you look pretty crazy right now, covered in blood, so it is understandable why no one has said anything to you.

“Mrs. Wick,” a nurse says as she walks up to you standing outside of the surgery ward. She smiles when you look up at her, “I think that with all the commotion happening, you must be feeling a lot of adrenaline.”

“Yeah,” you nod, then you gesture over your shoulder, “Do you know anything yet? Do you have any news about my husband?”

She shakes her head, “I don’t. But what I do know…is that you’re bleeding.”

You furrow your brow and look at your hands. They’re covered in John’s blood, but you finally notice the stream of blood coming from your bicep. You lift the sleeve of your shirt to see a thick, angry red strip of raw skin across your arm. From all the adrenaline, you didn’t even notice it, but now that you do, it burns. You look at the nurse and start to piece everything together.

“When I heard the first gunshot, I ran towards it. John was in danger, so I ran to him.” you say, and she places her hand on your back and begins to guide you to a room. “There were a few that flew past me, but I guess one hit me.”

The nurse sets you down and gathers some things, then she rolls your sleeve up over your shoulder. She takes a warm, wet washcloth and begins to clean off your hands and arm, then she leans closer to assess the damage.

“Well, looks like you’ll get to keep your arm,” she jokes, and you smile softly at her. She reminds you of your mom, probably around her age too. “I bet he’s very worried about you right now. It took five of us telling him that we’ll make sure you’re okay before he finally agreed to surgery.”

You let out a small laugh, “Sounds like John. I assume he also sent you out here to check on me too.”

“He did. He’s a good man,” she says, and you look up at her, “I don’t even want to know what he’ll do when he sees this.”

You look down at your arm when she gestures to it, “Yeah.”

“Have you called your family yet?”

“My brother in law was there when it all happened,” you say, watching her put something for numbing onto your arm.

With the adrenaline in your body now, you don’t feel much pain. It’s just a graze from a bullet, but it zipped right through your left bicep and left behind a two-inch wide patch of raw, bloody skin. It’ll probably just need a few stitches to close up and help with healing.

After numbing the area, she grabs a needle, looks into your eyes, and begins stitching up the wound. You look away.

“So your brother in law was there?” she asks, and you nod. “Did he call the family then?”

“Probably. I’m sure my mom and sister are freaking out in the lobby.” you say, letting out a small laugh. “Then again, my daughter is with my mom, so who knows if she’s here.”

The nurse smiles, “She’s your mother; she’s here.”

“True,” you let out a small laugh and look down at your arm as the nurse threads the last stitch through. She grabs some bandages and wraps your arm, then she smiles and grabs some painkillers.

“He’ll be out of surgery soon. I’ll make sure we put him in here for recovery. Until then, you take these meds and just relax.” she says, letting out a small laugh, “As best as you can. If your family is here, I’ll send them your way as well.”

You smile at her, “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” she smiles before she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

You take a deep breath and let it out as you sit down in the chair, then pull your legs close to your chest and shut your eyes, feeling the world spin around you. Your eyes shoot open when you hear your mom, and you get up from the chair to open the door.

“Oh, sweetheart!” she hugs you tight, then immediately inspects your arm.

Tess widens her eyes when she sees the blood all over you, “Is that…”

“It’s John’s,” you say, feeling sick about it, and your mom and Tess both gasp, “And a little of mine, but mostly John’s.”

“How is he?” Tess asks, looking around the room, “I assume he’s in surgery still.”

You tear up, “I don’t know. I haven’t heard anything, but I think he’ll be out of surgery soon. I had…I had to get to him. I couldn’t stay inside. I couldn’t just stay in there knowing that he was hurt…”

Your mom cups your face and smiles softly, “You are so brave.”

“I just…I knew he was shot. I didn’t think. I just ran to him.” you say, and she smiles sadly as you cry, “I just want to see him.”

“He’ll be out soon, sweetheart,” she nods, then she leads you over to sit back down before she begins pulling bottles of water and snacks out of her bag. You let out a tearful laugh when she looks at you. “I’m your mother!”

You smile, “I know.”

“And speaking of mothers, don’t worry about Ronan. She’s at home with dad. She was sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up.” she says, and you sniffle as you nod. “Damn near had to handcuff Dan in order to get him to stay at home. He was so worried about you and Jonathan.”

You all look over when you hear the door open, and you get up from the chair and immediately rush over to John’s side. He’s still out from the sedation, and his side is patched up.

“He should be up soon,” a nurse says as you move so they can get the bed into the room. “He fought the sedation. Hard. He did not want to be put under.”

Yup, again, sounds like John.

“He was very worried about you,” she says, and you look down at him, “Kept saying that he needed to be awake so he knew you were safe. We reassured him several times that you were fine and that you would be waiting for him when he woke up. I don’t think that eased his mind though. I think he would have wanted you to be in the bed with him during surgery.”

Honestly, if they had allowed it, you would have.

You let out a small laugh as you look at John, then you see the doctor come in, “Is he okay?”

“He is,” The doctor nods, then she gestures to your arm, “You’re both very lucky. Bullet just grazed you, and the bullet went clean through him and exited the back. It didn’t hit any major organs or blood vessels, and it didn’t shatter, so this is the best-case scenario.”

You walk over and smooth John’s hair away from his face, then you lean down and kiss his forehead, “How long will it take for him to recover?”

“Knowing John, a lot longer than expected. He tends to be…restless.” she says, and you look over at her, “So, you need to make sure he actually rests and heals. His body has been through a lot after all these years, so…”

“I’ll tie him to the bed,” you say, letting out a small laugh. You smile at the doctor, “Thank you.”

She nods, “Let us know if you need anything.”

After the doctor and nurses leave the room, you sit down on the edge of the bed and hold tight to John’s hand. You let out a big breath and close your eyes for a moment before you move over and lay next to him. It hurts to lay on your left side, but you don’t care.

A warm blanket is draped over you, and you open your eyes to see your mom smiling down at you. She tucks you and John both in and leans down to kiss your forehead before reaching out and gently cupping John’s face.

“Get some rest. I’ll stay here the whole time.”

You nuzzle closer to John and wrap your right arm over his waist, holding him as you drift to sleep.

“I don’t want to wake her up,” John whispers against your forehead, holding tight to your wrist, “Has she been here all night?”

“Tucked right into your side,” your mom says, then she gently brushes your hair back, “Wake up, sweetheart.”

You hum sleepily, “I’m awake.”

John moves a little so he’s able to put his arm around you, then he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You were very brave last night.”

You close your eyes and feel your entire body relax when you see John is awake and fine. You nuzzle close to him and hug him, “It was nothing.”

“No, peach, it wasn’t nothing.” he whispers, and you tilt your head back to look at him, “You saved me last night.”

You scoff as you sit up, “The doctors and nurses saved you. I, on the other hand, just freaked out.”

“Will you just take the compliment?” he jokes, and you smile as you nod and lean over to kiss him repeatedly. He hugs you closer to him and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “Thank you saving me.”

“How are you feeling?” you ask as you get up and stretch out. You walk over to get a bottle of water, then you look back at John as he stares at you, “What?”

His eyes move from your arm to your eyes, then back to your arm, “What happened?”

“I was brave and got stitches!” you say happily, showing him your arm.

“What happened?”

You exhale shakily as you look at him. The moment you tell him, he’ll try to get up from the bed and you need him to lay down and rest. He needs to heal, and if he knows what happened, he won’t. He’ll want to kill the guy, which, to be fair, you don’t care if he does, but John is what is important right now. He needs to heal.

“Um,” you set the bottle of water aside before sitting next to him again, “A bullet grazed my arm, and so I had to get some stitches.”

John reaches up and gently rubs his thumb over it, “Did it hurt?”

“I didn’t even feel it. I was so high on adrenaline.” you look down at it and shrug, “I’ll have a pretty cool scar though.”

“The bandage needs to be cleaned,” your mom says, then she moves around the room like she works there. She gets a new bandage and walks over to you with it. “I’ll do it.”

You look over at John and raise your brow, then you roll your eyes, “Moms.”

John sits up a little to see how bad it is, and he clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes, “It’s bad.”

“It’s not bad,” you say as you look at him, trying to reassure him that you are okay. “It could be worse.”

He shakes his head when you gesture to him, “I’ll kill him.”

A laugh fills the room, but it’s not from you. It’s your mom.

“Please do.” she says, and you look up at her. “He hurt my baby.”

“He hurt my baby too,” John says as you hold his gaze, “I won’t let this go.”

You furrow your brow and laugh as you look up at your mom, “Did you really just tell John to kill someone?”

“I did,” she says, and you jerk your head back a little, “Sweetheart, he was trying to hurt you. He did hurt you. Both of you. Who knows what would have happened if Ronan was there--I don’t even want to think about it and you shouldn’t either. He should be locked away for the rest of his life, or worse, if I had it my way. Am I wrong?”

John immediately chimes in, “No.”

“No,” you look down as she bandages your arm, “No, you’re not wrong. I’m just…surprised, that’s all. I thought…I don’t know, part of me thought maybe you never understood John’s life and what he did.”

“I don’t understand it all,” she admits, shaking her head, “But I understand enough. I wouldn’t blame him for his actions once he’s healed up. I would do the same if I could. You’re my daughter. Of course I’d kill for you.”

“Luckily you don’t have to,” John says as he looks at your mom, then he looks at you, “I’ll do it myself.”

After practically begging John, he agreed to stay one more night at the hospital. You were worried that if he went home, he wouldn’t get any rest. Even though the stalker is in custody, John probably wouldn’t rest. He spent another night at the hospital with you tucked into his side, then you gathered your things and went home.

You step inside and turn around to look at John as he walks in behind you. He has his hand pressed to his side, and he smiles when Bleu runs over to greet him.

“Hey, boy,” he says, ruffling his ears. Bleu whimpers and nudges John’s hand for more pets, leaning his entire body against John’s leg. It almost seems like he knows John is hurt. “He was right next to me the other night, running alongside me.”

You smile, “I bet he was trying to protect his dad.”

“He bit the guy,” John says with a huge grin on his face, “Got a huge mouthful of his leg. That’s how I ended up finding him. He yelled because Bleu bit him.

You kneel down and pet Bleu, “Good boy!”

John sighs when you stand up and look at him, then his eyes trail down your body, “Your clothes are full of blood.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug, then you look at yourself, “I haven’t showered. I knew if I left the hospital, you’d try to leave too, and I wanted you to at least get 8 hours of sleep.”

“Should we go shower?”

You nod as you walk over, lock the door, and set the alarm. You reach out for John’s hand and head up to your bedroom together. The curtains are still covering the windows, so it’s dark in there. John turns on the light and smiles softly when you wait by the bathroom for him.

“Bath or shower?”

“Honestly…” John stares at you for a moment before he nods, “Shower. I need to wash my hair, though a bath with you is very tempting.”

You blush when he smiles at you, “A shower it is.”

Making sure the water temperature is comfortable for John, you wiggle your fingers under the warm stream of water, then turn around and look at him as he leans back against the sink. He looks so defeated and exhausted. You walk over and gently remove his shirt before looking into his gaze as you unfasten his belt. A smile spreads on your face the longer he looks into your eyes, and you laugh quietly when he leans down to kiss your cheek.

John pushes his underwear down and steps out of them, then he walks over to the shower while you stand back. He furrows his brow and gestures to you, and you look down at yourself.

“What?”

“Get naked.”

You laugh, “Get naked? Why did you say it like that?”

He turns to you, showing off his entire naked and gorgeous body, “Take off your clothes. Now.”

Holding his gaze, you pull your shirt over your head and drop it to the floor, then you take off your pants and kick them aside. He smiles when your eyes trail down a little, then you slide your underwear down and unhook your bra. He’s growing hard at the sight of you and that will never not give you the most outstanding confidence.

“Now what?” you ask, tilting your chin up confidently.

“Now…” he reaches out for your hand, “You get in this shower with me.”

You place your hand in his, “And then what?”

John steps in and pulls you with him, “Then I make love to you.”

You look up at him as he presses you between the shower wall and his body, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he leans down and brushes his lips lightly against your neck before moving up to your ear, “I’m staying right here.”

You smile when he leans back to look at you, “Can I do something first?”

“Sure…”

Looking into John’s eyes, you kneel down in front of him and smile when he chuckles. He nods his head and rests his left hand against the shower wall, then he looks down at you, using his thumb to pry open your mouth.

“I wanna do this first.” you whisper, stroking him in your hand for a moment before taking him into your mouth.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly before groaning, “Yeah, you can do this first.”

So maybe taking a shower with fresh stitches and bandages wasn’t such a good idea. Whatever. You had the most amazing sex with John, you don’t even care that you had to re-bandage yourself. You can tell how big of a scare the other night was because John was desperate for you. Your life flashed before your eyes when you saw John bleeding, and you’re sure he probably worried about losing you too. It only seemed natural that the two of you would be intimate when the moment allowed it. It just happened to be in the shower.

It was also really nice to just wash your body and hair. Your arm hurt a bit from trying to scrub your scalp, so John was an angel and washed your hair for you. It was very intimate. You also helped him get cleaned up.

After the shower, you both got something to eat, then you crashed for the night. John called Jimmy to make sure the stalker was still in custody, and then he laid down in bed with you and fell asleep. It was nice. You both finally got some real sleep for the first time in a week.

You were feeling pretty good last night and this morning, but now you’re feeling a little anxious. It’s time to go to the station and identify the stalker, and you’re dreading it. John, on the other hand, is ready to go.

“Mouse,” he says softly from the doorway of your bedroom, “It’s time to go.”

You look over your shoulder at him and nod when he reaches out for your hand. You get up and intertwine your fingers with his, and he squeezes your hand and kisses your cheek.

“I won’t leave your side, baby.” he says, and you inhale deeply and look up at him, “He can’t hurt you.”

You nod and take a deep breath, and John squeezes your hand before you both head downstairs.

When you got to the station, they told you that they’d bring you into a room where they’d have a lineup of men. These men won’t be able to see you, but you can see them. John was instructed to go first so he could identify the stalker, and you’ve been waiting impatiently. They don’t want you or John to persuade the other, so you have to do it separately.

“Mrs. Wick,” a man calls out, and you look over your shoulder, “Come with me.”

You get up and walk with him, glancing back at Jimmy who came for support. He nods his head and gives you a small smile, then he follows behind you. Not only did John promise to not leave your side, but Jimmy did too.

The officer opens the door and allows you in, and you let out the breath you’ve been holding when you see John standing in the room. Sweet, sweet relief. He reaches out for your hand and pulls you close to his side.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, and you nod your head. “They just want you to identify him, okay? Just try your best to remember what he looked like.”

“Don’t you have to leave?”

John smiles softly, “No, I’m staying right here with you.”

You only got a quick glimpse of the stalker the night he was outside your window, and when the police were handcuffing him, but you remember what he looked like. He looked like an average guy, someone you would walk past on the street and never even give a second glance to.

The officer nods to another who leans forward and presses a button to talk over the intercom, “Bring them in.”

You watch three men walk in and stand in front of the wall, but none of them are the guy. You look up at John and shake your head, and he tilts his chin up quickly to the window when another set of men walk in. All six of them stand there staring into the double-sided mirror, but only one of them makes your skin crawl.

“Number…number five.” you say, nodding your head, “It’s number five.”

The officer looks at you, “Are you positive?”

“Yes,” you reply, looking at the stalker through the glass before looking at the officer, “I’m 100 percent positive.”

John rubs your back, then he turns you away from the window so you can’t see him anymore. He holds you tight as you’re brought to another room, and you look over at him as he whispers with Jimmy.

Jimmy takes a deep breath and sighs as he looks at you, “If you’re uncomfortable, you’re welcome to leave, but I talked with them and they’re going to allow you two in here while they interrogate him. They usually don’t, but this is…a special circumstance.”

Translation: John Wick is here. John Wick probably asked to be here for the interrogation, and what John Wicks wants, he gets.

You look over at John when Jimmy does, “I’ll stay if you stay.”

“I’m staying,” John nods, then he narrows his eyes as he looks through the glass at the stalker.

“His name is Peter.” Jimmy says, and you turn to look at him through the glass. “We have his file here, and from the looks of it, he’s not new to this stuff. Been arrested in a few states before for stalking. He has several unpaid parking tickets and other traffic tickets as well. And…the worst of them is he has been charged with sexual assault.”

You look over at John as he takes the file from Jimmy.

“He stalked her, broke into her home one night, and…” he stops and looks at you, letting you fill in the rest. “He had about two thousand dollars in fines and only spent a year in prison for it.”

“Oh, cool,” you look at them, “So he gets to completely violate someone, ruin their life, spend a little time away, then he gets to do it all over again. He’s going to do it again. He won’t stop. He’ll continue to do it over and over again. Because a slap on the wrist and a little fine is nothing to this guy--to anyone! It’s nothing! Of course there’s going to be repeat offenders.”

Jimmy sighs, “Hopefully this time is the last time.”

“He needs to be stopped.” you say, and John locks eyes with you, “We need to stop him.”

John instantly understands and nods his head in agreement. He doesn’t say anything, but he knows what you’re thinking. He knows what you’re implying.

The door opens as two detectives come in and introduce themselves to you and John, letting you know that they’ll stay in there with you while the interrogation happens. A detective enters the room with Peter and sits down across from him, holding a file.

“Well, Peter,” he says, shaking his head, “You’re back in custody again. You didn’t learn your lesson last time?”

Peter doesn’t say anything, so the detective begins talking, going over all the files and reading everything that you just did. He goes over the details of the last stalking incident that landed him in jail, but Peter doesn’t bat an eye. In fact, it seems like he’s enjoying it. He’s relishing all the torment he has caused other women.

John grasps your hand firmly, and you move closer to him as Peter utters your name.

“You know them?” the detective asks, and Peter shakes his head. The detective looks over at the glass and blinks before looking back at Peter, “So, you have no idea who John Wick is?”

Peter shakes his head, “No.”

“Really?”

“Really.” he nods, shrugging his shoulders when the cop just stares at him.

The detective lets out a big breath, “Wow. Seems hard to believe. I thought everyone knew John, and I assume if you knew who he was, you certainly wouldn’t have chosen that house.”

Something about the way the detective says it sends chills down your spine.

Peter leans in closer, “And why is that?”

“Because…” the detective pauses and looks over at the glass again, almost like he’s looking for John’s approval. You look up at John and see him clench his jaw. “Because John is retired now, but…he’s not someone you want to cross. John Wick is a…well, he’s a highly trained assassin.”

John shifts slightly next to you, clearly uncomfortable, and you wrap your arms around his bicep, holding him tightly.

“That’s not a real thing.” Peter says, laughing, “You’re just trying to scare me.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s a very real thing, and you should be scared.” the detective says, then he relaxes back in his chair, “So, you don’t know who John is, but you were staying in their backyard for some time, why is that?”

Peter leans forward, and a nasty grin spreads across his face, “I was watching them.”

“Yeah?” the detective says, playing into it as if he’s so interested, and Peter is falling for it. “Why’s that? Were they super interesting?”

“Very.” he says, nodding his head, “I first noticed them at a bookstore. He was coming down some stairs. Very handsome, isn’t he? Then he walked over to her. Stunning couple. I found them so interesting, so I followed them that day. I followed them from the bookstore to the grocery store. I watched them buy fruit and bread. I watched the way he rested his hand right on her ass and leaned down to kiss her--right out in the open for everyone to see! I watched them laugh as they loaded their groceries into their car. They were fascinating.”

The detective nods, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” he says like he truly has no clue, “But I couldn’t stop watching, so I followed them back to their house. I found it was easy to hide in the bushes. When I saw those big glass walls, I knew it was perfect. I could watch them in the night and they’d never even know I was there. So I did. I watched them while they sat in their living room and watched a movie. I watched when she would lay her head in his lap and read a book while he flipped through TV channels, mindlessly playing with her hair.”

“That was all they did? Sounds like regular married couple things. My wife and I do that, but we’re not worth watching through a window,” the detective jokes.

Peter grins, growing more excited about everything he’s about to divulge. He leans forward and whispers, “I watched them.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said.”

“No,” his eyes are wide with excitement, “No, no. I watched them. I watched them when they would turn out the lights in the living room. They went up to their room, so I followed. I climbed onto their balcony--they really shouldn’t have a trellis there, perfect for climbing. He laid her down on the bed, then I watched him fuck her mouth. I watched him fuck her until she was screaming his name.”

You feel your stomach turning and your throat tightening, and you look around for a garbage can, running over to it and vomiting. John holds your hair out of the way while Peter continues on in even more explicit detail about your private sex life.

Not only are you just sick to your stomach knowing someone was watching you, but he’s telling every single person listening what you and John do when you’re alone. You’re a married couple, of course you have sex, but your brother in law is in here. Some random people you don’t know are in here. It’s humiliating.

“Everything he did to her, I wanted to do.” Peter says as you shake in John’s arms, “She begged for him, and I wanted to hear her beg for me, to tell me how bad she wanted it. But I also wanted him. I wanted to be the one to make him make those sounds. I wanted to be the one who had him gripping the sheets. I wanted to be the one they wanted so desperately.”

The detective leans closer, “Do you think you were going to accomplish this?”

“I do,” he says, nodding his head, “If I hadn’t been caught, I would have done it that night. Seeing them together, the way they knew what to do to get certain sounds out of each other…”

“Stop him,” John says, but the detectives shake their head, “Now!”

“He is admitting everything on the record. We’re not making him stop. This is everything we need to put him away for a long time. He is admitting that he would have broken in and hurt your wife! We’re not stopping him.”

John gently wipes away the tear on your cheek, then he holds you in his arms, covering your ear with his hand and pressing your head to his chest. You can’t hear much like this, and you’re so grateful.

“I can’t be in here,” you whisper to John, shaking your head, “I need to leave.”

Jimmy reaches for your hand and smiles softly, “I’ll take her. I don’t…I don’t need to hear this stuff.”

John presses a kiss to your forehead, then he watches you leave. You look back at him and see him narrow his eyes and clench his jaw. Only that thin piece of glass is keeping Peter from his death right now.

Jimmy escorted you off to the break room. For a moment you wondered how he knew where to go, but you remembered that he used to work here. Kind of funny to think Jimmy was a cop at one point. He sat you down at the table, put a garbage can next to you in case you threw up again, then he set a cup of hot tea and some crackers in front of you to help with your stomach.

You’re so grateful for him today. You’re so happy that your sister married such a good guy and that John has such a good best friend. Shortly after he brought you into the break room, he called Tess quickly since she had been texting like crazy to check up on you. You heard him tell her that you were fine for the most part and that you would most likely call her when you were feeling better.

“Thank you,” you finally say after 30 minutes of silence.

Jimmy smiles as he looks at you, “No need to thank me.”

“I can’t believe…he was saying all that stuff so openly.” you look over at Jimmy, “He’s just sitting there admitting everything.”

“Yeah, makes me wonder why.”

You wrap your hand around the mug of tea that is now cold, “I have a feeling that he knows this is his last day.”

“Yeah, he’s gonna go away for a while this time.”

“No,” you look at Jimmy, “His last day alive. He’s not making it out of this station.”

Jimmy inhales deeply and nods, “Yeah, I have that same feeling.”

“I just worry what this will do to John.” you admit quietly, “I don’t want to lock the house up like a fortress every night, or keep the curtains closed. I don’t want him to hide us away. I get why he would.”

You don’t want to say it out loud, but you’re worried that John will revert to who he was before: cold, closed off, and ruthless. You understand that he needs to be that way to protect his family, but you worry for him.

“John is going to do everything that he can to protect you and Ronan.” Jimmy says, and you look at him, “He loves you two more than anything, so he’ll stop at nothing to make sure you two are okay.”

You sip the tea and nod, “I just worry what that means.”

The two of you look over at the door when an officer pokes his head in, “Get out here!”

You both get up from the table and rush out to find John making a beeline to Peter. Jimmy puts his arm out to stop you, and you watch as John walks right up to Peter.

“Take his cuffs off.” he says, and the officer, who is clearly new to the job, shakes his head.

“Sir, I can’t do that.”

John huffs, “Take them off!”

The officer looks over at the sheriff, who nods and gives him the okay.

“Why is he asking for him to take them off?” you ask Jimmy, who is still standing with his arm out to protect you.

“John wouldn’t kill someone with their hands tied behind their back.”

Honor or something? You don’t know. You don’t care either way, really. Handcuffs or no handcuffs, this guy is dead.

The officer takes the handcuffs off and takes a few steps back. Peter rubs his wrist and whispers something to John that sets him off, and in the blink of an eye, John completely pummels this guy. He punches him square in the jaw and knocks him to the ground. You can’t see everything since there’s a desk in the way and a few officers around, but John gets on top of Peter and continues punching him in the face while all the police officers just crowd around.

John is absolutely unhinged and feral right now, just beating the lights out of this piece of shit. He says something to Peter but you don’t know what. All you hear is your name being mentioned, and John grabs Peter by his shirt and punches him again. You’re pretty sure he just knocked a tooth out.

“You stay the fuck away from us,” John growls, “You stay away from her!”

Suddenly, one of the officers intervenes and pulls John off of Peter. The officer yells at John to calm down and orders another officer to handcuff Peter again. As they escort a bloody Peter away, the intervening officer turns to John and asks if he's okay. He nods, but his hands are trembling, and his knuckles are bloodied.

John looks up to see you’re standing with your hand over your mouth, and you see the moment he realizes you’re watching him. His expression softens slightly as he holds your gaze, but his eyes are immediately clouded with fear of judgment from you.

Peter totally deserved it--he deserves worse--and you don’t blame John for going after him. It’s just always a little shocking to see what John is capable of.

You quickly wipe away the tear on your cheek as John approaches you, then you reach for his bloodied hands. You grab some tissues from a nearby desk and do your best to clean his hands.

“Your stitches,” you whisper when you see the blood soaking through his shirt, “They tore. We need to get home.”

Jimmy nods, “I’ll drive.”

No one spoke in the car. John sat silently in the backseat as Jimmy drove your car back to your house. You could see him through the side mirror, and he looked just…sad. When you got there, Jimmy waved goodbye and left, and you took John inside to clean his wounds and fix his stitches. After that, you laid down in bed without even removing your shoes. You’re just exhausted.

Opening your eyes, you see John trying his hardest to be delicate as he takes your shoes off. He sets your shoes aside and covers you up again, then he sits on the edge of the bed and gently brushes your hair away from your face.

“You okay?”

You nod, “Yeah, you?”

John shrugs, “I’m alright.”

“Same,” you admit, and he smiles as he looks down at you, “I’m not okay if you’re not.”

“And I’m not okay if you’re not,” he says, rubbing your back, “Which is why I’m actually not okay.”

Moving over on the bed, you lift the blanket and smile softly when John scoots in to lay with you. He wraps his arm over your waist and pulls you closer, and you tuck your head under his chin.

“I know we’ll talk about it eventually, but can we not do that right now?” you ask, and John nods. “Right now I just want to sleep.”

“Me too,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you two settle into bed. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smile, “I love you too.”

John wraps his arms around you tightly and presses another kiss to your forehead as you slip into a deep sleep in his arms.

You woke up from your nap to find John not by your side, so you went to find him. You’ve searched the whole house and finally found him outside. You should have known. You heard a noise while you were sleeping, but were too tired to go see what it was. You’ve figured out now what that noise was: John.

“Hey,” you say softly, and he looks over at you, “What are you--”

The trellis leading up to the wall near your bedroom balcony is half torn down, along with the beautiful roses. You meet John’s gaze and blink a few times, and he frowns when you deflate a little.

“I just can’t…” he whispers, shaking his head, “I can’t live with myself knowing this is here and this is how he saw us.”

“John, this is not your fault.” you walk to him, reaching out to touch his arm, “Do not blame yourself.”

He sighs, “How can I not? I’m supposed to protect you!”

“And you did! You did protect me, John. But listen to me, you cannot shield me from everything.”

“I should have been able to shield you from this!”

You scoff, “Oh, so you were just supposed to know that we’d have a stalker who would climb up the fucking trellis and watch us have sex? Right. Yeah, makes sense. How would you have known that?”

John sighs again, “You don’t get it.”

“I do get it! But we can’t change this now. It’s happened, and we have to move on. We have to find a way to move past this. You can do it. Stop blaming yourself--”

“I failed!” he yells, and you take a step back in shock. It’s not like him to yell, but he’s clearly very upset. He lets out a deep breath as he sits down on the porch step, putting his head in his hands, “I failed to protect the most important thing to me. I should have been able to protect you, Y/N.”

You walk over and sit down next to him, reaching for his hand, “You did not fail, John.”

“How was this guy staying in our yard all this time and I didn’t know? My walls, my defenses, they’re completely down.”

“I like you that way.”

John shakes his head, “But it makes me weak.”

“No, it does not.” you say firmly, reaching over to cup his face so you can look into his eyes, “You are the strongest man I’ve ever known, and I love you for letting your walls down. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. You having your walls down is what led Helen to you, it’s what led me to you. It’s how we have our precious daughter. Isn’t having me and Ronan important to you?”

“The most important.”

You smile softly, “And we’re still here. You caught him, John. You caught him and now he goes away for a long time. You are getting that person off the streets, and now women might feel a little safer. That is not a failure in my eyes.”

John closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, then you lean back to look at his bloodshot eyes. “My protector.”

“You were so brave,” he smiles, gently caressing your cheek, “So brave, baby.”

You scoot closer to John and kiss him, and he wraps his arm around you as he deepens the kiss. He presses several more kisses to your lips before kissing your forehead.

“So,” you let out a small laugh before looking up at the trellis, “You're taking it down?”

“Yeah, we’ll do something else with the space,” he says, and you look at him, “It makes me feel better to know it’s gone.”

You nod, “I get that. I’m gonna go get some dinner started, okay?”

“Okay,” John nods, still holding your hand as you get up, “Let me know if you need me.”

“I will, sweetheart.” you lean down and kiss him, “I’ll just be in the kitchen. You can literally see me right through the window.”

John nods, “Stay where I can see you.”

He’s just a little overly paranoid right now, you understand that.

“You do the same.”

Furrowing your brow, you open your eyes and look over your shoulder when you hear John mumbling in his sleep. He moves his legs a little and continues to mumble, then he jolts a little as he mumbles your name. You lean over to check the time on your phone and see that it’s only a little after 4 in the morning, then you roll over and gently rub your hand over John’s chest to calm him down.

“Shh, you’re okay. I’m here, John.” you whisper to John and gently caress his cheek, “It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

John jolts himself awake and immediately looks at you with wide eyes as you continue to stroke his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs loudly, then he looks at you again.

“You’re okay. I’m here.” you whisper to him, and he nods his head and closes his eyes. He reaches up for your hand and presses a kiss to it, which causes butterflies to flutter around your stomach, then he holds your hand. “Go back to sleep.”

“You too,” he whispers, and you smile as you lay down next to him since he’s still gripping your hand. He eventually lets go once he’s fallen asleep again, but you leave your hand on his chest and close your eyes, holding tight to him.

John is awake, but he hasn’t gotten out of bed. You’ve been looking on your phone for the last hour at all the news articles coming out about Peter. It seems that neither of you want to get up. Ronan is still with your parents for a few more days, so you really don’t have anything to do today.

“I was talking in my sleep,” John finally says, and you put your phone down and look at him, “I haven’t done that in years.”

You roll over to face him, “It’s probably the stress.”

John rubs his hands over his face before looking over at you. He holds your gaze when you smile softly at him, then he rolls onto his side and rests his hand on your hip, pulling you a little closer.

“I used to talk a lot in my sleep. I’d do it a few times a week.” he says, and you nod. “First time I ever did it in front of Helen, she was so worried.”

“I was worried,” you say, and John starts to smile. You roll your eyes playfully, “You knew that, but…I just wanted to say that I was worried too. I care about you. A lot.”

John laughs as he cups your face, “I know, peach. I’m sorry that I scared you.”

“You were so out of it I don’t think you even realized that I was talking to you.”

“You were?”

You laugh, “Yeah! I was telling you that you were okay and that I was there with you.”

“Oh,” he blinks a few times, then he smiles, “You’re so sweet.”

“I didn’t want you to be scared,” you say, and he smiles, leaning over to kiss you. “I wanted you to know I was there if you needed me.”

John smiles, “I always need you, baby. Was I saying anything you could understand?”

“I heard a woman’s name mentioned,” you say, and John starts to laugh.

He shakes his head, “You did not.”

“Yeah! You were like ��Oh, Erica, yeah, right there. Yeah, baby. Just like that.’” you say in a monotone voice as John laughs, “I dunno. Sounded like it was a good dream.”

John playfully shoves you, “I don’t even know an Erica.”

“I don’t know. Could have been your girlfriend.” you tease, and John laughs.

“You’re my girlfriend.”

You gasp, “I am your wife!”

“And my girlfriend.” he smiles, “And I don’t have sex dreams. Last one I had was about you! I was so turned on, I woke you up and we had sex. It was hot.”

Leaning over, you kiss John, then you look at him, “It was really hot. Anyway, yeah, you said my name. Not sure what, but you were whispering my name and mumbling.”

“I was having a bad dream about everything.” he says, and you gently run your fingers up his arm, “Just thinking about…losing you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper as you crawl over to him, “I’m staying right here.”

John inhales deeply and looks at you, “I know, but the fear is still there, haunting me.”

“What would make it go away?” you ask, and John holds your gaze for a very intense moment.

“The fear will never go away, but I know what would help,” he says, and you nod your head. “Thing is, I don’t know if you’d--”

You put your hand on his chest, “Do what you need to do to make it go away. I trust you. Do you hear me? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The two of you are so connected that John knows exactly what you’re implying. He knows.

John nods, “I do.”

“Then do what you need to do to protect your family.”

“I will,” he says, holding tight to your hand, “I will.”

You press several kisses to John’s cheek before settling back down by his side. He takes a deep breath as if he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He does it again, so you finally look up at him and raise your eyebrows.

John sighs and closes his eyes, “I can’t say it.”

“Yes, you can.” you say, sitting up and looking at him, “Say it.”

“There’s something on my mind that I want to get off.” he says, and you nod.

When he still doesn’t say anything, you start to laugh, “You were relieved when it was someone you didn’t know and who didn’t know you.”

John looks at you in shock, “How did you know?”

You smile, “I know you, Jonathan Wick. I know you much better than you think.”

John looks up at the ceiling, “I felt a lot of relief knowing he wasn’t there because of me, well, because of my past. He didn’t know me. I felt relief knowing he was just a stranger, but then I thought about how he was just a stranger who completely invaded our privacy, and it made me even more mad.”

“I understand that.” you say, lightly trailing your nails over John’s chest.

“I never want you to feel unsafe because of me, and if he had been there because of my past…” he closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath, “I wouldn’t blame you if you left.”

You gasp so loud that John’s eyes snap open, “Jonathan Wick! Stop! I am not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere without you. Never ever! Me and you, we’re a package deal. Where you go, I go. Always.”

John reaches up and uses his thumb to brush away the tear on your cheek, “Good, because I’d die without you.”

“Where you go, I go.” you say again, touching his wedding ring. “I’d be lost without you.”

A soft smile spreads on his face as he pulls you down to kiss him, "Wherever you go, I go. I will happily follow you to the ends of the earth and back, my love.”

You give John another kiss before rolling over to grab your phone, “There’s already articles out.”

“What do they say?”

“Peter Richardson, 39, has been charged with stalking and intimidation with intent to cause fear of physical or mental harm, among several other charges. Late Wednesday night, police responded to a call from a frantic homeowner reporting a stalker. Police were made aware of the situation prior to the incident on Wednesday night, but as there had been no activity in nearly a week, they could not follow through. When they arrived, they quickly located the homeowner’s husband chasing Richardson around the yard.” you read, then you start to laugh as John shakes his head when you look at him, then you go back to reading, “Witnesses report that there were several gunshots, as well as screams and sobs. The homeowners were both injured, but they are making full recoveries at home in peace now with Richardson behind bars. If you have had any encounters with Peter Richardson, police are encouraging you to call the hotline about your experience.”

“That’s good.” John says, nodding, “But hopefully no one calls because hopefully there isn’t anyone else.”

You scroll through your phone and inhale deeply, “This article names us.”

“Yeah, there will be a few of those.” he says, rolling over to rest his head on your shoulder. He reads quietly through the next article with you, then he leans up to kiss your cheek, “You okay?”

“Just weirded out with everyone knowing. It could be fine, but I’m worried things will get out.”

John tilts his head back and looks at you, “What things?”

You roll over to face him, “I couldn’t care less if people know about what you did to him. I don’t care. I’d proudly tell people that. I’m just worried that people will find out what he was saying about us. He was saying some pretty vulgar things about us, super intimate things about what we do when we’re alone. Obviously we have sex, but people don’t need to know all the details.”

“I can see why it would make you uncomfortable,” he says, pulling you closer, “It makes me feel that way too.”

“I love our sex life and I’m not ashamed that I have a high sex drive. Look at you! Of course I want to have sex with you all the time,” you say, and John genuinely blushes. “But I don’t want to hear about some guy watching you eat me out. Call me crazy.”

John laughs when you do, “Yeah, I get that. I definitely didn’t like hearing what else he had to say about you after you left the room.”

“Oh, god. I’m like, interested, but also not.” you say, and John shakes his head.

“Just more vile and disrespectful stuff about you,” he says, and you sigh. “I damn near broke through that glass. I wanted to. I wanted to kill him right then and there. When I walked up to him at the station, I planned on just…snapping his neck and being done, but I didn’t.”

You hold his gaze, “Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t know if you’d still love me if I did it.”

You smile softly as you move closer, “I am always going to love you.”

“I don’t know what it was, but I just knew you were there. I can feel you.” he says, and you smile again, “I only stopped because I had a feeling you were there. I didn’t want you to see me like that. I don’t even want to know what you think of me.”

“Too bad,” you sit up on your knees and look down at him, “I think you’re the most special man I have ever met. I think what you did was called protecting your family. John, my mom wants you to kill him. My mother! What you did last night was to protect me, and I think that’s incredible. John, my opinion of you won’t be easily swayed. It especially will not change just because you beat up a guy who was causing us hell. You need to learn that I respect the hell out of you and think you’re the best man in the world. I will always love you. No matter what. And again, you are not a failure.”

John smiles as he pulls you back into his arms, “Thank you.”

“I love you, Jonathan.” you lean up and kiss him deeply as he grips your thigh and drapes it over his lap. “We have no plans for the day.”

“No plans but to stay right here with you.”

So, Peter was taken to the hospital with a broken nose and jaw, and he was definitely missing a few teeth. It should have been worse, to be honest. He’s being transported to another jail today since they fear for his safety, which is just code for ‘we know John is coming for him and we gotta get this dude out of here’.

You know John. You know he’s not finished with this. He understood the look you gave him when you said Peter needed to be stopped. He understood your conversation this morning. He knew what you were implying. Even if you didn’t imply it, John would still do it. Peter doesn’t deserve to be walking this earth. John just doesn’t know how to get the okay from you that he should go through with it. Hopefully, what you said this morning helped.

John is sitting next to you on the couch while you fold some towels, and he smiles when you look over at him. He looks down at the bandage around your arm and leans over to press a kiss to it.

“How’s it feeling?”

“Still hurts, but it’s healing,” you say, folding up a towel. “How about you?”

John shrugs, lightly touching his side, “I’ve had worse, but it’s fine.”

“I hate when you say that,” you say as he laughs, then you lean over and kiss him.

You open your mouth to say something to him, but his phone starts to ring. You catch a glimpse of Jimmy’s name before John gets up and leaves the room, which is…curious. He never talks in private with Jimmy. You brush it off and go back to folding towels.

“Hey,” John clears his throat when you stand up with the basket on your hip, “I, uh, have something that I need to take care of.”

Holding John’s gaze, you set the basket down and nod, “Okay, well, can I…help?”

“No,” he answers instantly, still holding your gaze, “I have to do this myself.”

“Okay, well,” you shrug a little, “Dinner should be done in like…an hour and a half, maybe two.”

John nods, “I’ll be back by then.”

“Okay,” you smile softly at him and watch as he walks to the basement.

You grab the basket and put away the towels in all the designated linen closets, then you grab another load that needs to be folded and bring it to the couch. The basement door opens as John steps up, and you glance down at the back of his shirt, all bunched up, when he turns away from you.

“Okay,” John exhales and walks over to kiss you, “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here!” you joke, and he gives you another sweet kiss.

John stands there and just looks at you as a smile spreads on his face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too,” you smile wide, nodding your head, “I love you too, John.”

“I’d do anything for you.” he says as you tear up, “Literally anything in this world.”

You nod, “I know.”

“I’m always going to protect you,” he reaches down and cups your face, using his thumb to wipe a tear off your cheek.

You look into his eyes and nod before he leans down and kisses you one last time before backing away. He grabs his jacket and puts it on, and when he fixes his shirt, you see the black metal of the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans. You get up and walk with him to the door, turning to him and holding his gaze.

“Be home soon,” he whispers softly as he leans down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you laugh since he’s said that already.

John tucks your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your cheek before he opens the door and steps outside. You watch as he walks past his car and meets Jimmy down at the end of the driveway, and you go back to the couch where you’ll wait impatiently for him to come home.

The front door opens as you stand at the counter and make a salad. John is right on time. You just took dinner out of the oven and are making a quick salad for the two of you. You put the knife down and walk into the living room, smiling when you see John walking in.

“Hey,” you smile, crossing your arms. “Right on time. Dinner just got done.”

“Cool,” he exhales and avoids looking at you, “I’ll go wash up and come down.”

You reach for his arm when he walks past, “You don’t have to pretend like I don’t know where you just went. I know.”

John meets your gaze and swallows, then he nods his head and reaches for the gun tucked into his pants. He unloads it and sets it down on the coffee table, then he looks at you.

“Are you upset?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “Not at all. I would have done it myself.”

John inhales, his eyes growing sad at the thought, “I would never have let you.”

“I know,” you shrug, “I know you wouldn’t want that for me.”

“It’s my job to protect you,” he says, looking deep into your eyes. “Okay? I made a promise to you that I would always protect you, and I plan on keeping that promise. I will do anything that I have to do to make sure that you feel safe.”

You start to laugh, “You just killed a guy. Trust me, I got it. I don’t think I’ll ever question whether you love me or not.”

John tilts his head, shifting on his feet to face you more, “You should never question that anyway, mouse. I love you.”

“I know,” you cup his face and pinch his cheek a little, trying to get him to smile. He’s so serious right now. “Thank you for all you do to protect me and Ronan. You’re the best husband and dad ever. You truly, truly are. I have never felt truly safe with someone before until I met you. I know that you’ll keep me and Ro safe. Thank you for that.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“One less stalker in the world?” you ask, and John nods, still occasionally avoiding your gaze, “Is there one less bullet in there?”

John nods when you tip your chin towards the gun, “Two, actually.”

“Two? Uh oh, Mr. Wick, did you miss?” you tease as John chuckles.

“Two for good measure,” he says, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss you, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he hovers above your lips, “And I don’t miss.”

You can't help but smile as John kisses you, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You know that he would do anything to protect you, and the fact that he's willing to go to such lengths is both terrifying and comforting at the same time. As you pull away from the kiss, you look up at him and see the adoration in his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you feel your heart swell with emotion. “I'll always keep you safe.”

You nod, knowing that he means every word. “I know, and I can’t thank you enough for that, but I can try.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he whispers just above your lips.

"Well, I’m gonna.” you laugh as he runs his hand down your back, “And I know that I'm in good hands with you. Literally.”

He returns your smile, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Always. I was thinking about something…”

“Ah, there you go again, using that damn brain,” you playfully roll your eyes as he laughs. “What were you thinkin’?”

“Stick with me here,” he says, then he takes a deep breath, “After this scare and knowing that someone was targeting you; that kills me, by the way. Can we talk about that for a minute?”

You laugh since his mind is a little all over the place, but you don’t blame him, “Sure.”

“I don’t think you understand how absolutely furious that makes me that he said those things.” he says, and you take a step back from him. “I am so sorry that he said those things about you.”

“About us.”

John rolls his eyes, “I don’t care about me.”

“But I do.” you say, echoing his words from the other day. “I care about you.”

“You were completely violated. Your privacy was taken from you. Someone talked about you in the most disgusting way.” he says, and you nod. “I wanted to kill him.”

You cup his face, “He didn’t just say those things about me, he said them about you too. He said them about us. You’re allowed to be upset, and you’re allowed to feel the same way that I do, which is violated. He violated you too, John.”

John shakes his head as he sighs, “The way he talked about us and knowing he was just there watching, looking at you, watching us during such an intimate moment, and…”

You nod when you lock eyes with him, “Yeah.”

“I wanted to kill him.” he says again, and you hold his gaze, “The moment I saw him, I knew I had to. I had to make sure that you felt safe again.”

“I do feel safe again.” you say, then you gesture to the flowers on the table, “Look at how our little town has rallied around us.”

When word spread of what happened, you got about a dozen flower deliveries. Some people brought over food and gifts, mostly little bath things with notes attached saying to relax and not to stress out. They all know Peter will be dealt with--he’s already been dealt with--and it warms your heart to know that there’s no malice or hatred for what John had to do. He’s protecting his family, and they understand that. Not only did he protect his family, but he also protected the entire town. Who knows who else Peter was watching?

“I’m not completely thrilled that people will probably be talking about our sex life because no one can keep their mouths shut anymore,” you say, and John furrows his brow, “Someone from the station told someone else, word got out, Tess heard and told me, and now people know that we have sex.”

John chuckles when you playfully grimace, “How scandalous.”

“I know, right? A married couple that has earth-shattering sex. How insane.” you laugh as John cups your face, “Nah, it’s fine. I’m okay with people knowing we have sex. I couldn’t care less about that. It’s just the way he was talking about it, like it was some spectacle. How…explicit he was talking about you. I wanted to rip his head off. It made me sick. Hearing him say he wanted to do those things to you. You think you’re protective of me, and you are, but I’m just as protective over you. I wanted to kill him.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

You smile, “Me too. Although he said all that shit about us, he never mentioned Ronan. She was never on his radar, and I felt so much relief realizing that. I knew that she was not the reason he was there. It was…us. Obviously, I don’t like that, but I feel better knowing he wasn’t looking at her.”

“I would have killed him on the spot had he mentioned her. I wouldn’t have waited until tonight,” John says, and you nod.

“I would have been right there beside you when you did it.” you cup his face, holding his gaze, “But it’s over with, and he’ll never ever make us feel unsafe again.”

“I don’t want you to feel unsafe ever again,” he says, and you smile softly at him. “So, with that being said, I think it’s time to bring back the self-defense classes for you.”

You nod as you look up at him, “Yeah, I think you’re right. I still know quite a bit, but I should know more. Problem is every time you start to teach me, I kick your ass and you get turned on, then we never finish a lesson because you pin me to the floor and I let you have your way with me.”

John smiles, “True. Maybe Jimmy can teach you instead.”

“But I like you as my teacher,” you brush your lips against his and smile, “Mr. Wick.”

“Well, okay then,” he practically purrs when you lean closer, “I like teaching you too.”

You laugh, “You like teaching me because I let you touch my ass!”

“It’s a good ass,” he says, spanking you as you laugh.

You close your eyes and kiss him deeply and passionately for a few moments before you lean back to catch your breath, “Dinner is ready.”

“Dinner can wait,” John whispers, placing his hands on your thighs to lift you up. “I can’t.”

A smile spreads on your face as you look into his eyes, and you lean in to kiss him as he carries you up the stairs to your room.

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