Caitlyn gently dries your hair with the warm towel, admiring the red strands, a bit of the old black dye she tried to get rid of still present. She sighs. So much signs of your emo phase, of the depression you fell in when she abandoned you, blinded by her sorrow and hate after her mother's death. She feels so guilty... But at least now you were there, in her home, like you used to. Her fingers softly caress your scarred face. She knows you became a pit fighter after her departure, and the thought of you being hurt because of her mistakes breaks her heart. Caitlyn applies balm on one of your cuts, just under your eye, being careful to stay tender.

You're gonna be ok, Vi...I'll never leave you again.

The blue haired enforcer whispers as she starts bandaging your wounded forearm. She can see the damage in every inch of your body. The dark circles under your eyes testify how little you slept those last months, and despite your shower and mouthwashing, she can still smell the alcohol at your every exhale. At this moment, Caitlyn wants nothinh more but to break down the walls you built around your broken heart, to heal you, to bring you back to the one you used to be.

I'm going to take care of you, sweetheart. I promise.