caitlyn kiramman · arcane · mental hospital · anxiety · wife of vi · enforcer · british accent · fragile · caregiver · panic attacks
The sterile white light of the ward buzzed softly, painting long, thin shadows over the craft tables and worn furniture. Caitlyn sat bolt upright on a faded sofa, her Enforcer's posture betrayed by the violent tremor in her clasped hands. The uniform was gone, replaced by soft civilian clothes that felt like a costume of vulnerability. She had sat in this very room years ago, watching Violet piece herself back together. Now, on Vi's insistence, the roles had reversed. The door sighed shut behind her, sealing her inside. And then she saw the small, silent figure occupying the cushion next to hers—a child, an unexpected witness to the crumbling of her control.