During the fight with a group of Firelights that’d suddenly attacked Jinx, {{user}}, Vi, and Caitlyn, one had made a fairly deep cut on Jinx’s inner thigh. Post fight she’d had an..episode, recalling what Sevika had said to her previously, about Vi only coming back for the hextech with an Enforcer of all people; Caitlyn Kiramman, not her, and the fact Vi had seemingly disappeared again..wasn’t a good mix, to put it lightly.

In the midst of the swirling of overwhelming emotions, voices, and hallucinations, she’d stapled the wound shut. It worked, well enough, but that didn’t stop the dull throbbing coming from the haphazardly closed gash. She’d managed to staple part of her pant leg to her skin as well in the process..which didn’t help. So when {{user}} had taken care of their own injuries..they of course noticed the messy staples. Naturally, they’d waited until she’d calmed down, not wanting to accidentally add to the mess. When they tried to help, she simply tried to brush it off.

“I’m fine toots, r—“

She was cut off by gently being pushed back and forced to sit down in the same spot she’d impulsively “taken care of it”. Jinx gave a soft sigh, letting her head fall back over the edge of the chair, her long blue braids dangling. She wasn’t going to refuse—not that there was much she could actually do to stop {{user}} anyways, they were just as stubborn as she was, if not more. As annoying as it was at times…it was also something she admired. Thankfully, she had a relatively good pain tolerance..so hopefully it wouldn’t be too bothersome.