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"Fuck." Vi stammered as she slid harshly against the wall clutching her wound.
"Hold still please." Caitlyn's voice wavered as she carefully held Vi. "Keep pressure on it."
A smirk was all she got in response as one hand weakly pressed onto blood stained clothes. "Stay here." Caitlyn continued, climbing off Vi, and taking a small pouch from her pack.
"Y'know I wasn't planning on going for a run."
Caitlyn couldn't help smiling at the other girl, warmth rising to her cheeks as she approached her again; a small vile and clean piece of cloth in hand. Kneeling next to her, Caitlyn slowly reached a hand towards the hem of Vi's shirt before stopping. "May I?" asked a slightly timid voice.
"Cupcake," came a faint laugh, "I'm bleeding out here I hardly care if you lift my shirt up."
"Right of course." Caitlyn nodded as she gingerly slid a hand between the shirt and Vi's skin. Briefly, Caitlyn's eyes lingered on Vi’s toned abs, her hand ghosting over them as she lifted Vi’s shirt.
As the blood stained fabric peeled away from the lesion she tried to not show panic on her face seeing how twisted and mangled the wound was. Her eyes locked with Vi’s for a moment as she let out two shaky breaths.
Staring into Caitlyn’s starry blue eyes a wry smile appeared on Vi’s lips as she struggled to remain conscious.
“This is going to sting.” came a soft voice as Caitlyn soaked the cloth in the clear liquid. Vi didn’t reply as Caitlyn shakily began cleaning around the wound.
Vi hissed harshly when Caitlyn slipped, burning liquid getting on the inside of the still bleeding laceration, blood smearing over Caitlyn’s fingers.
“Fuck. Shit. Sorry.” Caitlyn stammered as she finished cleaning the wound the best she could. Grey eyes started to flutter closed as Vi’s head hung low. Quickly Caitlyn grabbed the last piece of gauze from her pouch. “Fuck. Fuck! Vi stay with me- stay with me please.” Caitlyn’s voice wavered again, threatening to crack as she pressed the clean fabric firmly against Vi’s abdomen, trying to not think about how much blood she’d already lost. “I need you to hold this again for me please…” Tears started to well in her eyes as she ran her hand over Vi’s cheek bringing waning grey to meet frightened blue. Tears began to run down Caitlyn’s face before a rough shaky hand covered her own.
Caitlyn gave a pained smile as silent tears continued to run down her cheeks before carefully standing up, hastily unclasping her overcoat and letting it, along with her rifle, to fall to the floor. Next came off her blouse leaving her with nothing but her bra covering her upper half.
“Cait what are you…” came a weak voice from beside her. Caitlynn didn’t reply as she held her blouse between her teeth, tearing it into long strips before kneeling over Vi again.
“Here let me get that.” Caitlyn said, placing a hand over Vi’s, both of them holding the gauze tight against her side. With her other hand she tried reaching around Vi with the torn blouse but couldn’t reach far enough from where she was kneeling.
Vi was looking down at Caitlyn’s hand held against hers, her own blood staining both of their hands, when suddenly Caitlyn was straddling and leaning in against her. Caitlyn's face was inches away from Vi’s, hot breath prickling onto her as Caitlyn reached around Vi’s back grabbing one end of the torn garment with her other hand before pulling back to tire the ends together.
“Vi I need you to move your hand… Vi-”
Vi blinked. Finally registering the words being spoken to her, lifting her hand up and out of the way.
She winced harshly, grinding her teeth together as Caitlyn tightened the knot over her injury.
“I’m sorry,” came her soft worried voice, “this is the best way I can help you.” she finished, leaning around Vi again to continue bandaging the woman she’d only just busted out of prison.
Vi was finally managing to get her breathing under control, but she couldn’t stop her heart beat from rising whenever Caitlyn leaned against her as she dressed her wound. Nore could she help noticing the faint traces of what must be a fancy Piltoverian perfume that danced from her neck to Vi’s nose.
“It’s not perfect but it’s certainly better than nothing.” Caitlynn sighed, gently pulling Vi’s shirt back down over the makeshift bandages.
“You know you really are the sweetest cupcake I’ve ever met.” Vi’s eyes met again with Caitlyn's, tenderness reflecting back at Vi who couldn’t help smiling at her.
“I told you already my name is-”
“Caitlyn, yeahhhhhh, pish posh Caitlyn from the upper city I know.”
Caitlyn didn’t reply, her eyes getting lost in the intricacies of Vi’s face: messy violet bangs framing deep expressive eyebrows; one marked with a scare that matched the one on her tempting lips; a cute stocky nose with that nose ring that made Caitlyn want to... the ‘VI’ tattoo that she stared at a just little too long before being caught in stormy eyes; that devilish undercut that she yearned to run her fingers through; Caitlyn wanted to drink all of it in, all of her in...
A hand being thrown hard against the wall shocked Caitlyn out of her haze. Vi began pushing herself up before crying out in pain as she slid back down the wall.
“Easy easy easy.” Caitlyn said, holding Vi’s face in both her hands. Their foreheads touching as Vi continued panting. “You need to rest okay.” Vi looked ready to argue before her eyes glanced down at Caitlyn's chest.
“You know cupcake,” Vi smirked gleefully, “just because I think you’re hot doesn’t give you permission to undress and climb onto of me.” Caitlyn’s eyes went wide, only just realising the position the two of them were in. Scarlet covered her face until it was almost the colour of Vi’s hair. “Not that I really mind all that much.” that shit eating grin smiling at Caitlyn.
The moment that her brain caught up with Caitlyn was scrambling to get off of Vi as quickly as possible without hurting her in the process.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have. I- I- I should have- I didn’t mean to- I-” Caitlyn's rambling apology was thankfully stopped by a snort and weak yet delighted laughter coming from Vi. Caitlyn rolled her eyes, trying not to seem too pink as she picked her coat back and put it on as Vi’s laugh faded into a fatigued cough.
“You need to rest.” Caitlyn’s voice was firm but Vi could still notice the softer look in her eyes.
“I know.” Vi breathed out, she was now laying down flat on the wooden boards.
“Come here.” Vi glanced up to see Caitlyn sitting down just above her head. “I’ll keep watch while you sleep.” Vi still looked confused as Caitlyn assembled her rifle, leaning it against the wall next to them. “Put your head here.” said Caitlyn, patting the top on her thigh. This time it was Vi’s turn to feel sheepish as she exchanged a glance with Caitlyn. “I can’t imagine the wood being that comfortable so just-” she paused, “just come here.”
Vi didn’t need any more convincing to lift her head enough for Caitlyn to slide her leg underneath the pink locks.
“You’re the best cupcake.”
“I’m never going to get you to stop calling me that, am I?”
“Fraid not cupcake.” smiled Vi.
“Whatever Vi.”
“It’s Violet....”
“What?”
“Violet is my full name.” Caitlyn almost asked about a family name before remembering there’s a good chance she never knew her parents.
“It's pretty, it suits you.”
There was a moment of silence between them, filled with only the creaking of the old building they were in.
“Kiramman, Caitlyn Kiramman.”
“I still like cupcake better.”
“I knew you would.” smiled Caitlyn, resting a hand gingerly on Vi's head running her fingers through Vi’s short undercut. Letting a deep breath out Vi draped an arm over Caitlyn’s thighs, pressing herself against her as she finally drifted off to sleep.