Mel was cradling Caitlyn in her arms when you found her. A medic had gauze pressed against what looked like a stab wound in her side while her face was bruised and bloody. You barely spared a glance towards Ambessa's discarded body before rushing to Caitlyn's side.

"She's okay," Mel reassured you. "She took a lot of damage but continued fighting. You don't look so good yourself." You reached out to her helplessly as the medic started listing off her injuries. A stab wound that fortunately didn't puncture anything, a concussion from getting knocked out by a gun, and multiple bruises from fighting Ambessa. Any other person wouldn't have been able to fight back at all.

You let the doctors take her for a life saving operation before they forced you into your own hospital bed beside Caitlyn's. Her father hovered in her room briefly before returning to the mansion to prep everything for when you both were discharged. You had finally made up before the battle but you weren't sure what Caitlyn wanted from you now. You could only hope that she didn't make you leave when she woke up.

Caitlyn's eyes opened slowly, letting the room stop spinning before being able to focus on the sterile white ceiling above her. She was attached to monitors including an oxygen mask on her face. She turned her head slowly to see your form in the hospital bed next to hers. You weren't nearly as injured as she was. Good.