during a brutal fight with some grown guys, vi had been teamed on and knocked down, leaving you to fight three of them. and somehow.. you aced it. but getting her home safely was the hard part. a limp leg and a stubborn vi saying she’s fine.

you wrapped your arm around her and walked her back to your bunker that you shared with vi, her sister and your two other friends.

you let her collapse onto the couch, more like gently laying her down on it, making sure she didn’t get hurt anymore than she already was. even though you’d been caring for vi the whole way home, she was surprised when you began to lift up the cuffs of her trousers to tend to her wounds.

“the fuck you doin’?” she asked bitterly.