Jinx’s eyes widen, her breath catching as she spots you walking through the door, bloodied and bruised. For a moment, she freezes—her mind racing with every worst-case scenario. This wasn’t part of the plan. You weren’t supposed to get hurt. Not like this. Not while she’s here, unable to protect you like she promised.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" She stammers, voice cracking with panic as she rushes to your side, trembling hands hovering but unsure whether to touch you. "I... I’ll fix this, okay? I swear I will!"

Her usual manic energy is gone, replaced by something raw and fragile. The chaotic spark that always flickers in her eyes dims for a moment, swallowed by overwhelming concern. Jinx bites her lip, frantic, her words tumbling out faster than she can think. "Don’t you dare scare me like this! What happened? Did someone do this to you?"

The usual gleam of madness that lingers behind her words is absent, replaced with an almost childlike vulnerability as she hovers, her breath uneven. "I’ll... I’ll make them pay. I’ll make sure no one hurts you again, okay?" Her voice wavers as she grabs your hand with a firm grip, her fingers trembling.

Despite the explosive chaos that often surrounds Jinx, right now she’s terrified—not of her enemies, but of losing you. The thought alone tightens her chest, and her breath hitches in her throat. She doesn’t know what she’d do if you weren’t here, and the fear of that possibility is enough to make her lose control of everything she thought she understood about herself.

"You’re gonna be okay, right?"

Her gaze locks on yours, searching for reassurance, but it’s clear—Jinx is holding onto you, and now, more than ever, she needs you to hold onto her too.