ANTISEPTIC • CAITVI
TW: blood, violence, angst, female reader, Vi and Cait are mad at each other lol
SUMMARY: your girlfriends will always help you after you get in a fight, even when they’re stressed and aggravated.
A/N: literally what is Vi’s last name.
“Dammit, cupcake, you’re gonna get blood on the fancy ass floors.”
Vi held the front door open with one arm, and heaved you through it with her other. She was right. You were already dripping blood onto the shiny floors.
“Let’s just get you a first aid kit.” She huffed.
She helped you up the big staircase, searching for Caitlyn. Neither of you really knew your way around the mansion yet.
You’d made a mistake, and gotten yourself into a fight. Your fighting skills weren’t bad…you were just lucky Vi found you when she did. Sure, your face was throbbing, you were limping, and your fists were pretty banged up, but at least you were conscious.
Vi couldn’t really see things that way. She was angry you’d be so irresponsible, yet worried, and that just came out as more anger. She was stressed with the whole hunt-down-Jinx thing. Everyone was, and it showed in different ways. The fight was your way.
Vi shoved open the doors to Caitlyn’s room, calling for the other girl.
“Gosh!” Caitlyn exclaimed when she saw you. “What happened to you?!”
“I fell.” You fibbed, flopping onto one of the couches.
“Don’t lie.” Vi hissed. “She got in a fight.”
“A fight?” Caitlyn gasped. She was at your side within a second, holding your bruised face in her hands.
“Now you’re getting blood up here.” Vi grumbled, watching your knuckles leave little red marks on the couch cushion.
“Why are you so pissed?” Cait said to Vi, eyebrows furrowed.
Vi simply grunted and shook her head, turning to look out the window.
“Are you okay?” Caitlyn whispered.
“I’m fine, Cait.” You sighed. “Don’t worry.”
“You don’t look fine.” She responded.
“Doesn’t even hurt that bad.” You shrugged.
She brought a finger to your face, and lightly touched one of the forming bruises. You immediately winced.
“Sure it doesn’t hurt.” She muttered. “Let’s get you patched up…”
She helped you stand, and guided you to the luxurious bathroom. While she hunted for a first aid kit, you sat on the counter. Then you realized that Vi was in the doorway, watching anxiously.
“Alright.” Caitlyn said, kit in hand. “Tell me where it hurts.”
You listed your sore spots, and she carefully checked them all. She removed your shoe to examine your ankle, which she confirmed was just rolled. She looked at your hands next, at all the tiny, bleeding cracks in your skin. Finally, she got to your face. Her expression was one of worry as she made sure you weren’t concussed.
“Okay.” She said once she was done. “Your injuries aren’t severe. You’ll just need some bandages.”
You nodded, avoiding her gaze. You felt ashamed of yourself.
Vi still watched from the door. She observed your every move, as if you’d break in half any second.
Caitlyn started cleaning your hands, making you flinch.
“Sorry. Should’ve warned you.” She muttered, her accent thick.
She continued cleaning your hand, then wrapped it up, so it looked like Vi’s hands now.
It wasn’t until Caitlyn had moved onto your other hand that she spoke.
“Vi,” She said, not even glancing at your shared partner. “Care to tell me what’s stuck up your ass while I patch up our girlfriend?”
“Our girlfriend…” Vi responded bitterly. “Was stupid, getting in a fight like that.”
“Call her stupid again and I’ll fight you.” Caitlyn grumbled.
Things had been tense between them. You were honestly one of the only things keeping them together at that point in time.
It was just a rough patch, though. Things did eventually improve.
“It was irresponsible!” Vi snapped.
Caitlyn groaned, annoyed, wrapping your hand a little tighter than necessary.
“I didn’t mean to fight.” You whispered.
“Can you tell us what happened?” Caitlyn asked softly, resting her hands on your knees.
“I was outside the bar…” You explained. “And there was this drunk guy. I think he was hitting on me. He was bad at it. I told him I wasn’t interested and he…I don’t know, sort of lunged at me. So obviously I fought back. Then Vi found me.”
“So you didn’t initiate the fight?” Caitlyn asked.
You shook your head. She whipped around to face Vi, exclaiming, “She was standing up for herself!”
Vi looked conflicted for a second, then she sputtered, “She-she still engaged!”
“Can’t you just be worried?” Cait snapped.
“I am!” Vi roared.
Her yell shocked you and Caitlyn into silence. Cait gave her a look, then turned back to you. She wet a cloth in the sink to clean your face, while shaking her head.
Suddenly, Vi was at her side, standing right in front of you. She put her hands on your thighs like Cait had, but her grip was firmer.
“I’m sorry,” She whispered, looking at the counter instead of you. “For being so angry, and ignorant. I shouldn’t have…jumped to conclusions.”
She then looked to Caitlyn, who was eyeing her, and said, “And I’m sorry to you, too. I shouldn’t have yelled.”
“I shouldn’t have snapped.” Caitlyn shrugged.
Vi patted your leg, looking like a sad, little puppy. She hated upsetting either of you, let alone both.
She sat on the counter next to you, manspreading, of course.
Caitlyn took her place in front of you again, and started to clean your face. When you winced the first time, Vi quickly grabbed your hand, trying to soothe you. Her grip got tighter any time you expressed pain.
“Try to stay still, darling.” Cait whispered.
“It’s okay.” Vi murmured.
“You’re all done.” Cait sighed. “You did good.”
Vi’s grip on your hand relaxed. She gently rubbed your back, trying to be comforting.
“Do you need anything?” Caitlyn questioned. “Food? Painkillers?”
You shook your head, quiet.
“Well, since you don’t have a concussion, you should probably sleep.” She said, sounding clinical.
“Rest will do you some good.” Vi added.
You nodded. “Okay, but…first…”
You pulled Caitlyn closer, until you could bury your face in her shoulder. Her arms were around you quickly, holding you tight. Vi continued to rub your back, watching with a sad smile.
“It’s alright.” Caitlyn whispered. “You’re safe here. We’ve got you, love.”
“C’mon, let’s get you out of these dirty clothes.” Vi said.
Together, they got you into comfortable clothing, then into bed. They lied down on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth and love.
“I’m really sorry, cupcake.” Vi repeated, pulling you into her chest.
“It’s fine, Vi.” You responded. “I understand.”
“I do too.” Cait confided. She rubbed your arm with one hand, and played with Vi’s hair with the other.
“Hey, tomorrow I’m gonna go find that guy who hit you, and I’m gonna beat his ass.” She whispered.
“Violet.” Caitlyn said firmly, making you laugh.
Sure, it had taken some time, but they were always able to make you feel better. They could scrape the bad away for a little bit, like the antiseptic Cait had just used.
