A/N: Feel free to point out any mistakes, I feel like there will be a few as I was really tired when writing this. Enjoy!
(Soraka's medical ward)
It wasn't unusual for people to come to Soraka with accidents that needed healing, it also wasn't unusual for Riven to visit for help regarding the burns on her arms. However it was not common for people to burst through her door with blood gushing from their arm, and Soraka couldn't help but feel worried. Within moments of Riven's arrival, Soraka had replaced the bandages on her arm and set her to rest on one of the beds as the bleeding slowed. Soraka could feel a little relaxed as Riven calmed down from her 'accident' and the bleeding slowly came to a halt. One problem still remained, and that was the large cut running down The Exile's wrist. Riven knew the process by now, Soraka would use her powers to seal the wound and nullify as much pain as she could, Riven would of course be left with a scar, but what was one more scar to her? Her entire body is scarred from the war, her wrists especially.
The Starchild moved to Riven's bedside and peeled back the bandages slightly and hovered her hands over the wound. A light green aura emitted from Soraka's hands and soon spread to Riven's arm as the wound slowly began to seal.
"How did this happen?" questioned Soraka. It was only natural to ask how someone would end up with a wound like that. Riven diverted her eyes from Soraka and sluggishly looked around the room.
"Training accident" The Exile quietly mumbled.
Soraka worryingly looked into the Exile's eyes, questioning the validity of that statement, Soraka knew that a blade of Riven's size could not cause such a precise wound and she certainly knew that Riven would never miss-handle her blade and somehow inflict pain on herself. The Starchild let out a long sigh as the wound eventually sealed, sure enough it left a long scar across Riven's arm, but timed could heal all wounds. The Exile risked another glance at Soraka and she was sure enough met with a betrayed gaze. Of course Riven felt bad for lying to her, but the Starchild knew not to press any further, she just bowed her head and left to carry on with her usual medical
practices.
A healing from Soraka meant that she would have to stay overnight in case of any side effects from the magic used. Traces of moonlight shone through the windows into the room turning Riven's ashen grey hair into a silvery white as the later hours of the day grew nearer. The Exile rested her head on the pillow, her hair blending in ever so slightly, she closed her eyes and awaited the sweet release of sleep.
(Around midnight, the corridor outside of Soraka's room)
A certain aura filled the corridor that could only be described as loneliness, maybe even despair. Katarina sat with her back against the wall, knees to her chest and head on her knees. Nobody had ever seen her like this, except from Casseopeia, but that was only natural between sisters. The Sinister Blade knew she couldn't enter the room while Riven was still in there, it would probably result in another conflict, and she certainly wasn't in the correct state to deal with poor Starchild had just finished her night shift, but her night of work was not yet over. She closed the doors to her ward and nearly stumbled over the young assassin. Soraka's confused gaze was met with tired bloodshot eyes from the Noxian, she let out a inaudible sigh, turned around gesturing Katarina to follow her and opened the doors once again.
(Katarina)
The Sinister blade could barely bring herself to her feet, a combination of exhaustion and a fair amount blood loss urged Soraka to guide her to a bed.
She could not care less about the incident earlier right now, she cared about being treated and then resting. Katarina's eyes blinked open when Soraka began wrapping her hand in bandages, the pain stung for a while and Soraka remained silent too. Katarina pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. She looked wearily at the Starchild and a small smile escaped her lips to show her appreciation to her. The healer simply bowed in respect and made her way to the exit. Katarina did not need to stay overnight, her hand would heal naturally, but there was no way she was making it back to her room. Soraka blew out the last of the candles and exited through the doors, only a small amount of moonlight lit up the room. The Sinister Blade rested her head on the pillow provided for her, as she closed her eyes she caught a glimpse of something shining in the moonlight. Katarina blinked for a second and realised that Riven had not left this room. It was amusing to her how one of Noxus' most powerful soldiers could look so peaceful and innocent. Riven lay on her side facing away from Katarina, she was truly a sight to behold, her ashen her lit up in the moonlight.
"What on Runeterra am I thinking?' She asked herself. She did not know, but right now she could not seem to care less. What she cared about now was rest, and a night of it was sure to follow.
