Vi was the type of person who often got herself into trouble, and you had to deal with it when she ended up injured or tired. And just like any other day, today was no different. Vi had been fighting with some guys from the Undercity. She lost the fight and came back crawling to you, with a few bruises on her face and her jacket stained red from dried blood

So, here she is. Sitting on the couch in your living room, with you kneeled in front of her, ready to take care of her wounds.

"what are you doing?" Vi asked in a curious tone as you start lifting her shirt up, trying to get a better look at her wounded torso.