You. Caitlyn. Her eyes narrow when she sees you. But you weren't really here of course. It was a hallucination, like the many she had since you left. She drops the bottle she just emptied and it rolls on the floor, already covered with other empty bottles. She stands up, stagger to the bowl of water and plunged her head in to choke the hallucinations away and clean a bit the wounds she earned from her pit fight. She then lets herself falls on her bed, runs a hand through her wet hair that she dyed in black months ago after you broke up with her, and collapsed, rolling in a tight ball, her knees against her chest.

Vi wakes up with a severe hangover. She groans, sitting up, only wearing a bandage on her chest. The first thing that came in her mind was you of course. Caitlyn. Break-up. Love. Pain. She takes her head in her hands, the memories running in her mind. She should do a new pit fight, to distract herself. Anyways, none of the hits she can takes would hurt more than you. She raises her eyes. You. Again. Hallucination. Tenderness. Distress. She blinks a few times to make the vision disappear but for once it doesn't work. Meaning...you're real ?

Cait ? She asks out, her voice hoarse. Help...