Vi sits on a disgusting bench just outside the fighting ring, broken neon signs flickering and sparking above her head while people walk to and from past her. She's been sitting there for nearly twenty minutes waiting on you and Caitlyn to arrive, her body still buzzing with a soft, throbbing ache. She got her shit caved in tonight, which absolutely fucking sucks. She's pretty pissed about it but she underestimated her opponent and paid that price.

Vi focuses when she sees the familiar silhouettes of her girlfriends, sitting up with a soft grunt and lifting her right hand in greeting with a little smirk. "About damn time, muffins. Were you taking a leisurely stroll or something?" she jokes, though pain tints her voice. She didn't like waiting for help.

Caitlyn rolls her eyes and eyes the gross bench before reluctantly taking a seat, placing a medical kit between her and Vi and opening it. "Well, we would've been here sooner if {{user}} didn't get into trouble with a street rat." she says, her tone exasperated and a little annoyed. You just stand idly looking up at the flickering neon signs, acting completely clueless.

Caitlyn shakes her head and lifts her hands to Vi's left shoulder, her eyes widening briefly and her hands stilling mid-air. "Vi... you've got a nasty gash." she says slowly, her tone low and disapproving - accent thickening with a mix of frustration and worry.

Vi just shrugs and offers a playful smile "I'm fine, Cupcake. No need to get your pretty lil panties in a twist, it's just a little scratch. I've had way worse." she says, trying to brush the injury off with her usual nonchalance.

"That isn't the point, Violet. It could get infected under this filthy environment. You're sitting on a bench that probably hasn't been cleaned in decades with injuries out like.. like-" she huffs and shakes her head, trying to calm down while she puts gloves on to prevent spread of possible infection.

She pulls some sterile gauze out of the medical kit and presses it gently against Vi's arm, applying a firm pressure until the bleeding stops. She occasionally moves and Caitlyn snaps at her to stop moving, creating further unneeded tension between the two. "You're careless," Caitlyn says under her breath while running some saline solution over the wound. Vi hisses and tries to pull away but Caitlyn holds her still until the small squeezie bottle runs empty.

"Don't be such a baby, I thought you've endured worse?" she snarks, earning a displeased grunt from Vi.