A/N: We're approaching the end, guys.
Also yes, dear Guest, I will be doing a Jinx/Lux Fanfiction. :D (However, I promised Teme a Life is Strange Fanfiction, so I might do that first, not sure yet. :D)

[Vi's POV]

The beeping of a heart monitor is what I wake up to. When I open my eyes again, everything is bright.
I'm in the hospital.
Caitlyn is sitting on a chair to my left, her upper body resting on my bed. She seems to be asleep.

Carefully, I poke her shoulder.
She sits up, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh thank God, you're awake."
"What happened? Where's Jinx?"
"She shot you. Oh God, Vi, you were so lucky – she hit the lower part of your bullet proof vest. It stopped the bullet's force enough for it not to be a lethal shot."
"How long was I unconscious? And where is Jinx?", I ask again.
"Five, six hours? You had surgery, they removed the bullet. It stopped right before your stomach."
"Where is Jinx?"

Caitlyn takes a deep breath.
Please tell me she's not dead, I don't think I could handle that right now.
I can already feel the tears filling my eyes.

"After she shot, the others opened fire on her. You'd think after five years she's forgotten how to dodge bullets that well – she made it out through the side entrance. We don't know where she is now. We haven't heard anything from her since then."
"Alright then, what are we waiting for?", I say, getting up from my bed, ignoring the stabbing pain in my abdomen.
"What do you think you're doing?", Cait says, getting up from her chair and forcing me to sit back down by pushing my shoulders down, "You just went trough life saving surgery. You almost died."
"We have to find her!"
"It's four o'clock in the morning! She's probably asleep under a bridge right now. And you need rest as well. You're not going anywhere."
"But what if -"
"Vi, we have doubled the number of officers on duty. If anything happens, they'll be there to handle it."
"I don't care how many of them are on duty. Nothing here happens without me, you hear me, Caitlyn? I'm the only one who can calm her down."
"She shot you!"
"Yes, but I stopped her from killing Olivia. And I'm sure she wasn't intending to kill me -"
"Look, I know she's your sister, but I'm begging you, face reality! She's lost her mind again. I don't think she cares who she kills anymore."
"But..."

Tears, again. Fuck, I'm so tired of crying. Can I just start over?
Caitlyn sits down next to me, hugging me tightly.
I pull her closer to me and bury my face in the crook of her neck.
I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit.

~l~

I wake up to the sound of birds twittering. The clock across from my bed tells me it's 8:23 am.
Caitlyn's head is resting on my chest, but she isn't sleeping. Her eyes are open.

"Morning," I whisper.

She sits up.

"Good morning."

Her voice is drained of all emotion. It just sounds flat.
She's about as done as I am.
At this point, I'm seriously considering a suicide pact.
We sit there in silence until we hear a silent knock on the door. It opens without either of us saying 'Come in'.

Olivia walks inside, her right arm in a sling.

"I'm so, so sorry," she says, staring at the floor, "I fucked up. Words can't express how sorry I am. When I got that text message, my brain just... stopped working."
"Would you mind showing me that message?", I ask, while Caitlyn remains silent – probably because she's still mad at Olivia for taking her rifle.

Olivia hands me her phone.

"I nerd yupo. Pleras. Im n that chep motel dowm th sreet from my aprmet, room 109. Com alone. Live u, sis".

Live u.
She meant to write "Love you". Fuck, when's the last time we told each other that we love each other?
Once again, I can feel tears running down my cheeks. I'm so sick of this. It's been barely 24 hours since Jinx snapped again and I've spent half this time crying. Fuck this.

We used to say "I love you" daily. Back when we were kids.
As we got older and Jinx's mental health deteriorated, we stopped doing that.
Bipolar disorder and Depression have always been an issue for her, I remember that. She had those... violent outbursts about once or twice a month. She'd scream, cry and if anyone attempted to touch her, she'd start hitting and punching them. She actually hurt her girlfriend rather severely with a knife once.
None of our friends ever understood. Nor did I. How could I? She never told me what broke her.

"Something horrible happened," she said one night.
It was only a few nights before everything fell apart.
I asked her what she meant, but she just shook her head and said she didn't know. And then, she hugged me, out of nowhere. She hugged me so tightly, I had trouble breathing. I tried pushing her off me, but she wouldn't let go.
It took me a while to realize that she was crying.

"I love you," she said, over and over again.
I held her all night after that. Sometimes I wonder if her breakdown from that night was the first sign that she was close to the breaking point. Sometimes I wonder if I could have stopped all of this from happening. If all of this is my fault.

We were so close. Even during that phase where we were teenagers and did basically nothing but fight, we still knew we loved one another. And now...

Just look at this mess.
I wish I could hold her one more time – without the thought that she killed so many people in the back of my head.

I reach for Caitlyn's hand. My ears feel hot and the tears are flowing down my face, no matter how hard I try to stop them.
Cait was right. I should be realistic.
I've already lost my sister years ago.