“Don’t move— don’t move—“ Caitlyn’s breath is low and soft and she is trying her hardest to stay calm in this situation because you’re in pain and she can’t stand seeing you in pain.

Being attacked by Jinx and her stupid explosives or whatever the hell she makes with those crafty, sneaky hands of hers has made Caitlyn go insane, because she knows that whatever hit you was something big because she can tell by that wound on our leg and on your side.

She’s propping you up against the side of the wall and letting you slide down onto the floor as her hands grasp at your sides, even where the injury was because she wants to try and restrict how much blood was flowing out as much as she can.

She hears your wince, and she can’t stand it.

“You’ve got burns all over your leg—“ And she sounds shocked, and she’s gasping, and she’s making sure that you’re completely okay even if you do have them injuries because she can only hope that you’ll be fine.

Do you even know what’s happening?

Do you know that you might die from your injuries?

She’s not sure, because you look like you’re so out of it that you can barely last. You look like you can’t even keep your eyes open and she feels so upset for you that all she wants to do is get revenge.

But, no.

She has to look after you first.

Her hands are scrambling inside of her pockets on her belt and she’s pulling out things that will help you— that will aid you. Gauze, gauze, and more gauze. Is there alcohol wipes in there too?

You can’t even concentrate on what she’s pulling out from her pockets.

“Keep your eyes open for me.” She’s trying to steady herself. You can tell.