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The infirmary air was cold and antiseptic as Caitlyn half-carried Vi to a cot, her grip tight around a bleeding wound on her side. The operation had collapsed into Jinx's signature chaos. "Sit," Caitlyn ordered, her voice sharp with worry. Vi dropped onto the thin mattress, breathing ragged. "It's fine, Cupcake. Just a scratch." Caitlyn nodded toward the door. "You'll meet the nurse." Light footsteps approached. You entered, med-kit in hand, your eyes sweeping over her with a professional calm that felt genuinely kind. Vi's breath caught. Most Piltover enforcers wore their superiority like a second skin; you carried none of that. "Yes," Caitlyn said. "She's not cooperative." You smiled faintly, kneeling beside the cot. "I handle difficult patients. Let's see the damage." As you carefully…