Taking a page out of Killigan's book, she decides to grab her Driver.

Some people never grow up, but that's not always a bad thing. Even in college, Ron Stoppable was a relatively geeky guy. Yet, he was the star quarterback of the football team. His grades... well, "if only you would put in the same effort towards your grades that you do in speedrunning your video games," Kim often chided. But that didn't deter him. Ron knew he would always be a kid at heart; despite having grown up in the muscle department, his interests were still relatively "not manly" as Kim would again say. Yet, she had decided to accept his proposal anyways. He wasn't sure why, but she did. It was something he often thought about, though. If he let his mind wander... it didn't look good.

Speaking of wandering, he finally reached his apartment. He wanted to share one with Kim, but she was adamant that it would not be good for her image to share her apartment with a guy until she was married. So, they lived separately. When he walked in, he was greeted with a rather shocking sight. On his couch was a bloodied and beaten Shego. "What the-" It had been years since he'd been in the hero... well, sidekick business with Kim. And it had been just that many years since he had seen Shego. But she looked rough. Rougher than he had ever seen her. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find - an action figure - and approached her slowly. When he walked around to get a better look, he noticed her tattered clothing. More than that, he noticed her nigh-exposed breasts, the fabric having been cut just enough to leave very little to the imagination.

He was drawn from his reverie as she stirred, "mm... ugh... Stoppable." She said, turning her gaze to him weakly.

"What are you doing here, Shego?" Ron asked, holding the action figure towards her.

"Please, if I wanted to hurt you... well, I couldn't... Not right now, anyways," she said with a sharp inhale. "Besides, I doubt that your toy would hurt me. I just... didn't know where else to turn."

Ron had a million questions going through his head, but he decided to table them, along with the action figure, for now. He knelt down and eyed her, reaching out gently. She instinctively batted away his hand to which he rolled his eyes, "look, I've been beaten and bruised by enough people - you included - to know how to treat my own wounds. Not that Kim ever would have tried... Just let me look at them." Shego relented and Ron ran his fingers gently across her wounds. "Yea, they're pretty deep. I don't know who, or what, did this to you, but you're going to need stitches. We need to get you to a hospital-"

Shego grabbed his wrist, "no hospitals. I'll be arrested on sight... I came here... because you're the only person- look, I just need..." She was fading in and out of a state of exhaustion.

"Fine. No hospitals."

"And no Possible. She can't know I'm here."

Ron bit his tongue; she knew he was going to tell Kim about this. And it would most likely spell bad news for Shego. Something inside of him fought back against this; he could take care of Shego without Kim knowing. Yea, she didn't need to be involved. "Fine. I won't tell Kim, but I'll need you to lay low here while I'm taking care of you. I'll need to get some of the supplies - stitching tools or whatever they're called, bandages, antibiotics to stave off any infections, and then, hopefully, we can get a booyah and you're all healed up."