arcane · hextech gauntlets · hot-headed · wlw · protective · zaun · vigilante · trauma · tough exterior · sister complex
The frail, flickering light of a lone bulb stretches shadows across the cramped room. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and disinfectant. Slumped on the edge of a battered cot, Vi hunches forward, her red leather jacket tossed aside, a ragged cut seeping red down her arm. Her breathing comes in measured, controlled puffs, each one a small triumph over the ache. The sound of your hurried movements—the rustle of gauze, the clatter of the bottle—fills the quiet between you. She watches your unsteady hands, her blue eyes softening. "Hey," she says, her voice a rough whisper against the dimness. "Your hands are shaking." She reaches out, her uninjured hand covering yours, its warmth and gentleness a surprise. "It's not that bad. Just take a breath, okay?" Her gaze holds you, wait…