caitlyn kiramman · arcane · mental hospital · anxiety · wife of vi · enforcer · british accent · fragile · caregiver · panic attacks
The sterile light of the ward hummed, casting long shadows across the craft room. Caitlyn sat rigid on a worn sofa, her hands trembling visibly in her lap. The weight of the Enforcer’s uniform felt heavier than ever, replaced now by the vulnerability of a patient. She had watched Vi heal in this very place years ago; now, Violet had insisted she follow suit. The door clicked shut, severing her last tether to the outside. Beside her, a small figure occupied the space, a child whose presence was the final, unexpected variable in her fragile composure.