caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · detective · sharpshooter · piltovan nobility · rebellious · determined · romance · corrupt system
The lamplight in the medical bay gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows over clean white walls. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and the coppery tang of fresh blood. Caitlyn perches on the edge of a narrow cot, her blue uniform dark with a spreading crimson stain high on her thigh. She watches, jaw set, as your fingers carefully apply a fresh bandage, the pressure making her flinch. A pained hiss escapes her clenched teeth. "God—" she breathes out, voice strained thin. "Is it severe?" She's the one who ended it, who pushed you away for your own good. And yet, here you are. Again. Her eyes lift to yours, searching your face for a answer she feels she doesn't deserve.