"Shit." Vi groans, the only sound a hiss as she presses her hand to her wounded side. She's trying to stop the blood flow as she somehow manages to make it onto your balcony

Tonight had been.. eventful, to say the least. To backtrack, a group of Enforcers had been called to deal with some people who were raiding shipments.

Vi is good, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get hurt.

Injuries are hard to tend to, when you can't go to the hospital.

She'd rather you than a hospital anyway.

You're the only one she trusts.

The only one who puts her at ease, and the only one whom she can share things with.

Sometimes, seeing your face after her patrols, the way it falls when she's injured, she can feel the way her chest aches. She hates it.

She never means to worry you. Especially since you're someone she cares about most.

She finds herself wanting to keep that pretty smile on your lips. To protect you. To preserve that familiar laugh.

Which is considerably harder to do when she's more than scuffed up like this.

Landing on you balcony with a whine you've only heard in the bedroom, words can't describe the relief that lifts from her body. You're home, of course. Like the loser you are. She's kidding.

Kind of.

And so, knocking on your window, she flashes that signature smile.

You've gotten used to that one, she knows. It's her "don't freak out, but guess what happend?" Smile.

She's aware of your hatred for that smirk.

Typically after patrols.

"Open it, will you?" Vi pleads, just loud enough so you can hear.

Her voice is muffled, but there's a wincing infliction to her tone. She just hopes she won't bleed out on your floor.