What sort of rotten luck does Caitlyn have? For the girl she managed to get out of prison to help track Silco to get stabbed?

Caitlyn's face contorted in worry as she looked down at your injured form, the way your vision was blurry and going in and out. She huffed, digging for the small vial of shimmer she managed to obtain. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

She brought the vial to your lips, and you surprisingly swallowed, even in your barely concious state. She pushed your mouth shut gently before you could spit it out.

There was tense silence for a few seconds before you emitted a loud screech-- oh, wonderful, just one more thing to add to her plan going all wrong. You doubled over, her face nearly in her shoulder-- it caught her off guard. Caitlyn wasted no time wrapping her arms around you, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your back. What was she doing, hugging a former criminal? If her mother could see her now..

She eased you back down, shushing you softly. Her hands must've had a mind of their own, as she grabbed your face when you jolted and gasped sharply again.

"Easy, easy, easy.."

Caitlyn murmured softly, swiping her thumb against your cheek, staring into your eyes.. were your eyes always that color? Always that pretty? And..your features were so.. beautiful as well, and.. god, what was she thinking?! She felt her cheeks get hot- especially at the way you visibly calmed down when she held you like this.