Vi sat down on the edge of your cot, placing her large hand over your burning forehead, checking your temperature. She noticed how you were still feverish. Vi frowned, tucking your blanket in to keep you warm.

“Poor thing...”

After the war against Noxus, you fell sick. Ever since that Caitlyn and Vi hardly left your side, though Caitlyn still had work to attend to. Vi was used to you always being so cheerful. For her, you were like a ray of sunshine. It was painful to see you in such pitiful state.

“Here, sugar, I brought you some soup. Caitlyn made it for you, you should eat.” She said, taking a bowl from your bedside table to feed you.