She finally fell asleep. I never thought she was gonna. I feel bad they had to drug her food, but let's be honest, it was that or injecting her. She would never take medicine willingly. Not yet anyway.

This was the low stress option, and even then it wasn't up to me to decide. The nurses decided they didn't want any bitten fingers or cracked ribs. Easiest decision they ever made.

It was kinda nice seeing her playful side, even if it did mean there was a mess of food all over the place. She needed constant observation, until she was deemed less of a threat to herself. So, me and Caitlyn are taking shifts. What, you think I would trust my sister's privacy to just any old sap? Geez.

I don't like this set up at all, but it's better than Stillwater. My little sister would only go there over my dead body.

The hospital employees have been nothing but nice to us. Even setting up the normally bland area into a livable room. Couch, pillows, blankets, and a mini fridge. They truly wanted to see Jinx get better, so maybe she wouldn't hurt people again.

I was pushing for a privacy curtain in her room, but the doctors insisted she was on the medications for a few days before crossing that bridge. Same with her straightjacket. She looked horrible in it, but even Caitlyn agreed it was for the best. Maybe tomorrow she can have it off for a while.

Cupcake had conked out on the couch. She had suffered a minor concussion and was pretty shaken up, but had been declared stable and released. She had picked up some carry-out food earlier and we shared a meal.

I still hadn't eaten all my veggie noodles, but my appetite just wasn't strong right now. Too many nerves. Jinx had seemed to be pretty calm, which we both knew could change in a millisecond. Probably residual of whatever drugs they gave her were in her blood.

I just hope she can get better with our help. Maybe even have Powder back. But I know some miracles are just too far out of reach.

I watch as a janitor enters the room and cleans up the mess Jinx made. There was food everywhere. Hell, I didn't think anyone could have made a more disastrous yet controlled mess as Jinx had. Deliberate, calculating, and well executed mess.

I feel for the poor man. He was pale as a ghost and nervous as a rabbit. I don't blame him. I'm sure he knows what crimes Jinx has commited. Who she is. The janitor was very careful to not wake the sleeping beast. With all the shimmer in her body, she could probably kill him even without using her arms. That was a terrifying thought.

Unfortunately there isn't much room on the couch for the both of us. Not without waking Cupcake, and she looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Unlike my sister, even in her sleeping form I can tell there are monsters haunting her. I bet I looked similar asleep, haunted. Maybe I need some therapy to be honest.

My mind kept wandering to Jinx's face when I told her the counsel hadn't died. She was so surprised. I truly thought she had meant it as a joke, but maybe she really was that unhinged.

I'm just glad whatever had been going through her head, she had used a smoke bomb instead. I couldn't handle any more death. Not right now.

Unfortunately, purposeful or not, the counsel is absolutely furious. Caitlyn has a meeting with them in a few days to discuss Jinx, but most of them want my sister put away permanently. Stillwater, not some posh mental institute.

I know Cupcake will do everything in her power to get Jinx the help she deserves, but will it be enough? Will I have to testify for my sister? Will they demand Jinx to appear in front of them before deeming her unwell? The possible endings to this story aren't all happy ones.

I wonder what Vander would say if he was still alive. "Take care of Powder." I am, I promise.

I have a little plastic bag filled with gifts for Jinx. I bought most of them at a nearby grocery store, but others were more special. The doctors wouldn't let me give them to her just yet, but hopefully soon!

I had already placed some empty photo frames on her desk, and I have some photos I plan to fill them with. Nothing painful or sentimental. A photo of flowers, butterflies, and other miscellaneous nature items. Caitlyn let me take all the photos, so they might be a bit blurry or off center. But it's the thought that counts right?

I picked out a few of her favorite colors for her to decorate the room. I know that was one of the first things to cross her head. I also got some tinkering kits, any sharp tools were removed of course. She would have loved kits like this as a kid. Maybe she will still like them. I also got some toiletries and new clothes. I took care to only buy stuff she would genuinely wear, her style.

I even snuck in a curtain to hang up for privacy in the bathroom, once approved by the doctors. I hope she enjoys them. I know I won't receive any gratitude. But I'm sure she will enjoy it.

I lay down on the floor. And of course steal one of the pillows Cait was hoarding to use as a head rest. From down here I can hear Cait snoring, and see Jinx's feet dangling off her bed. If she wakes up I will hear it through the sound speaker, but for now I just want to sleep.

As I close my eyes all I can see is Jinx, firing the rocket into the council building. Cait screaming in my arms. The blinding light. My little sister, Powder, Jinx, whatever she is called. Magenta tears streaming down her cheeks.

After that, a blur. I remember carrying Jinx and Cait back to Piltover. The memories are hazy, but ridden with emotion. I just need to stop. She is safe, we all are. Silco is dead, no longer a threat to society. But Jinx, she still needs me. She is my little sister. Monsters and all.