Chapter 3

I'm not ashamed to say that I ran, or tried to, and that was when Malzahar used what the summoners call his 'Ultimate' ability his Nether Grasp which held me in place while nocturne flew over with his own 'Ultimate'.

Then they disappeared and I was once again I was surrounded by the smell of burning acid eating at flesh, and the screams of friends and enemies, Noxians and Ionians alike, I watched in horror as I relived the worst moments of my life for the second time in one day, but this time I was among them, this time I didn't manage to escape, this time I fainted. Even as I lay unconscious, my summoner was yelling that something was wrong, to stop the match.

I groaned as I opened my eyes, why the fuck did the infirmary have to be so white that it was blinding, as I looked around I saw a certain nine-tailed fox asleep on the nearby chair.

"I see you're awake."

"I only know one person with a voice that monotonous."

"Hey Shen, do you know what happened? How'd I end up here?" I asked as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

Apparently that was enough to wake Ahri as I heard a relieved "Riven!" before I found my vision obscured by a certain fox-girl as she jumped onto the infirmary bed and hugged me in a way that if someone walked in they could mistake us for lovers.

"You were what the summoners call 'feared' by Nocturne which seems to effect certain champions more than others... yourself, Veigar, Jarvan... and you were also hit with Malzahar's Maelflic Visions, which as far as we can tell, combined to overloaded you with visions, which I can only guess about," Shen replied as I managed to force Ahri off me, ignoring both Ahri's interruption and my face which had gone the same colour as my eyes.

"Doesn't he ever blink? It's unnerving, add the the fact that he doesn't even act like a person most of the time. how can Akali fancy him? He's a nice enough guy but he's just so cold and indifferent all the time. Hmmm maybe he's different behind closed doors. Closed bedroom doors? I wonder..."

"I need to give you one last check before I let you go, you have a meeting with the Karma, I'll have Kennen show you the way."

They jogged after Kennen in an attempt to keep up with the hyper energetic yordle but they were thoroughly out of breath by the time they arrived at the meeting room.

Riven opened the door, the room inside was pretty plain, just a window on the opposite side, two couches and a coffee table between them.

Sitting on one of the couches, clipboards in hand, was Soraka and Karma, while sitting on the other couch was Irelia. They turned from their conversation as they heard the door open.

"Riven, how are you feeling?" Asked Karma

"Like utter shite,"

This comment made Soraka break out into giggles as she sat down next to Irelia.

"Riven, we want to ask you a few questions about what happened this morning and last night,"

Soraka said after she stopped giggling, turning into serious nurse mode as she took out a pen and held it ready to take notes.

"Have you had these nightmares before today?"

"..."

"Riven... we can't help you if you don't tell us,"

"I don't need your help, I'm fine,"

"If you don't tell us we will have to get a summoner to confirm for us, and that wouldn't be nice for anyone,"

She flinched and hissed in reply,

"You wouldn't dare! You have no right to view my memories!"

"Riven calm down, and sit down please," said the calm voice of Karma

She looked down and indeed realised she had stood up in her anger and sat back down next to Irelia.

"We aren't asking such personal questions without a reason Riven, it's because if they started when we think they did, based on what your summoner in the last match saw from the link just before you passed out, after what Singed," said Soraka scowling at his name, "did to your company in the Ikana Valley, it is very likely you are suffering from a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD."

"That's why I'm here," said Irelia talking for the first time since she entered the room, "Many soldiers who fought in the war, and just in general, often suffer from PTSD, as one of the people cleaning up Ikana Valley, I was horrified by what happened, I can't imagine what it would have been like to be part of it, I'm rather impressed you managed to come out of such a horrendous situation with only nightmares and still so strong."

Riven looked down at her feet as she blushed at being complemented by someone as strong as Ionia's Captain of the Guard, the person in charge of defending the Placidium and the country in general.

"I...er...thanks.."

"So Riven, will you let us help you overcome your PTSD?"

"I...fine, but no one else can know of this, least of all the Noxians."

It wasn't until after she left that a figure dropped down from the rafters,

"So... the lil' Bunny has PTSD..."