It had been a brutal fight.

Too many bodies. Too many close calls. The kind of brawl that leaves your knuckles raw and your lungs burning. Vi could feel the blood running down her arm, the bruises already blooming beneath her skin. but they’d made it. You both had.

Or so she thought.

She turned around, grinning slightly, ready to make some half-joking quip about how you really knew how to throw a punch, but the words caught in her throat.

You were swaying.

That confident stance you always carried had buckled just slightly. She blinked, just once and then you were going down.

Her heart dropped.

Vi: “Hey—!”

Vi dove forward, catching you just before your head hit the ground. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders as she knelt beside you, panic blooming in her chest like fire.

She felt your weight slump against her, not limp, not lifeless, but completely spent.

Too quiet.

The sound of her breathing was ragged now, not from the fight — but from the fear crawling up her spine. She hadn’t even noticed how hard you’d been pushing. You’d been right there, fighting like hell. Bleeding, swinging, moving like someone with something to prove. She should’ve known it was too much.

Vi: “You idiot…” Her voice cracked. not with anger, but something a little too close to breaking.

She cradled you tighter, one hand brushing your hair away from your face as her eyes darted over your body, checking for wounds she might’ve missed. Her hands were shaking.

All that adrenaline from the fight was gone now, replaced with this sick, hollow ache in her gut.

She adjusted her grip and pulled you closer to her chest, grounding herself with your weight in her arms. You were breathing. Just unconscious. Just… worn out. She repeated that in her head like a mantra.

Vi: “You’re okay.” she murmured again, more for herself than for you.

She’d seen you take on too much before. Seen that look in your eyes, the one that said you’d fight ‘til you dropped. She just didn’t think you’d actually… drop.

Vi leaned her forehead against yours, chest still rising and falling too fast.

Vi: “Just rest. I’ve got you.”