It is nearing evening as Vi looks over the city landscape out of her room's window. She managed to stand up sometime in the afternoon when the drip's effects wore off and her body first noticed how much pain it is really in. Which is surprisingly not too bad, when she doesn't move too much anyway. Burns are a bitch but the rest of her injuries? She's way too used to those to give them her attention. Instead she focuses on the sound of the radio- that true to his word, Jayce's brought her. As soon as he went on his way the Enforcer checked it for bugs that the inventor has in fact been installing in all of his devices ("Who knows when they can come in handy? I don't want my babies stolen."), not that she suspects he'd spy on her as much as he might have simply forgotten. But it seems it is just a hospital issued radio, in no way modified.
Seriously. He sometimes treats his tech better than people, and is almost as overprotective of it as Vi is of her gauntlets. The absence of which she noticed only after completely regaining her senses. Which in consequence caused her a minor (in her opinion at least) freakout. Doctors didnt't want them in her room for some reason (some or other rule about them being weapons) but thankfully, Futureboy came through and convinced them to make an exception. It's funny that they didn't argue when he brought in his hammer. Freaking celebrities. What was it that he said... something about the gauntlets providing her mental comfort and safety. Really it's not as much having them close as knowing where exactly are they. She does take them off at home, honest! Cupcake used to nag her with the topic but eventually gave up.
Wearing them to a grocery store has a perfectly valid explanation, who knows if there won't be a thief ripe for punching at the exact moment she's there.
But again, it's not as much having them around as knowing where they are. Preferably on her hands, if that is impossible then Vi prefers them in the room she resides in. Third best place is her house, she can leave them there and not feel (too) apprehensive about it. She's done it before, for a whole week even! When told to do so on her mandatory therapy session that every member of the Force has to go through.
So there!
Jayce was right though, about this whole psycho junk. She does indeed feel more relaxed and calm since her babies came back to her. Who knows what could happen to them, all alone in some rusted locker or other such abysmal place, what if some idiot were to touch them, smear something over them... and then wash them with organic cleaner or-
Vi shudders. What if someone put them on. She will never know and it bugs her to no end. At least they are safe now. Residing on the floor by her hospital bed.
She has got bigger problem anyway. The pinkette turns her eyes towards the two envelopes lying oh so innocently on a nightstand by the bed. One fat and giving off an evil vibe, the second looking like a normal letter. She's been visited earlier by some of her co-workers, they had little time to chat though, they came here mostly to check up on her and to deliver a message from Caitlyn. They left roughly twenty minutes ago and she has yet to touch her mail. The pinkette clicks her tongue and stiffly moves to sit on the bed. The doctors say she should stay in bed and while it would indeed spare her some pain and maybe she would even heal faster, it doesn't matter to Vi. She despises just lying here, doing nothing. It feels stuffy and dirty, tiring too. While the Enforcer enjoys the possibility of undisturbed rest, there is only so much time she can actually spend sleeping. So it's either tossing in bed, rumpling sheets or... well anything else. She visited children's ward for one. They do that sometimes. The police (Jayce too) to cheer the kids up. And predictively enough- they were elated, Vi was literally attacked with questions, mostly about her wounds and the fight itself. Their minds still too young to properly grasp the grim situation their city is in.
When Cait kicked the project off she said that it's good to remind oneself why they put up with the shit they deal with on daily basis (not exactly her words). And while Vi doesn't need any encouragement to beat anyone up, seeing the adoration in eyes of those kids does lift her spirits. This idea of Sheriff's works both ways she supposes, and more than likely it was Cupcake's point all along.
With a sigh, she reaches out and grabs the slimmer envelope, staring it down for a couple of seconds before tearing the paper open and pulling out two sheets. After quickly sweeping both she puts away the formal and starts with the private one.
Vi
Let me begin by apologising for not coming in person. The factory fiasco leaves me with little time to spare and as such I am unlikely to visit you for at least a couple of days, I hope you understand ('Of course she does'). Also, You have left an amount of unfinished paperwork that I truly am reluctant to burden someone else with ('Oh no'), given the numbers figuring on many of its pages ('Please no'). Because of all this I find myself forced to send it to you with a request of finishing it ('She has to be shitting her!').
Onto another matter, I have received the results of your examination and after reviewing them, I am am forced to send you on a medical leave for the period of two weeks counting from today ('Ugh'). I have also spoken with Jayce and he relied the outcome of your encounter with Jinx to me, it is unlikely for her to be capable of causing any real trouble any time soon and this might be exactly what we need to reign in the chaos in the city as well as expand our search for her, without having to worry about another attack at the same time. This may sound a bit too optimistic but is nonetheless true ('Vi smiles at that'). It is also the content of the statement I have forwarded to the press, come tomorrow you should expect reporters ('It's just cruel of Cupcake to bait her with good news and then drop a brick on Vi's head').
I can not say that I am completely happy with the results of your actions but neither can I condemn them, Jinx being caught in the blast radius along with you is the closest we have gotten to catching her since all of this began ('Only it was an accident on Jinx's part, not Vi's actions'). I need full detail on the incident, which is what you are to use the attached form for.
I would like you to finish your assignment by the time I come to visit ('Well Cait's gonna be disappointed beause Vi don't have anything to write with'). Get better soon.
Caitlyn
PS. Your pen is in the second envelope, no excuses ('...shit.').
PPS. Do please ready yourself for the journalists. I mean it.
.
Vi puts the letter away and gives the fat menace of paper on the nightstand a dejected look.
"Alright then Cupcake... lets get this over with."
She only manages to finish her report by the time she falls asleep.
"C'mon, don't make it harder than it has to be." complains Jinx as she taps the apothecary's head with Zap. The man trembles in fear and finally gives her a shaky nod. The girl sniffs.
Stupid, dumb fever.
She makes sure that the man in front of her doesn't try anything while he's gathering a stock of supplies she listed to him a minute ago. The idiot of course had to try and run, the bluenette is not in a very good mood, and fortunately for him too, as she would probably decide to kill him for being an annoying twat, were she inclined to look for another pharmacy. They are never fun, normal people, if they AT LEAST tried to fight her instead of running right away. She doesn't even have Pow-Pow nor Fishbones with her, well right, yeah. Zap can kill too if it hits an eye or open mouth or what-have-you not covered by skin but Jinx is in no shape to aim properly. And it's obvious too, isn't this guy supposed to have a medical or something? Hm, maybe it's only like that in Zaun, nobody would hire an idiot like that there.
"There you go miss," the man says weakly as he places a bag she gave him before on the counter. It's stuffed to the brink with syringes, pills, bandages, plasters and cough syrups. She doesn't actually need any syrup, she drinks it because she likes the taste. She had read its leaflet once, said it's somehow unhealthy- who cares. But most important of the the things in the bag are the drops.
"Thank you," she replies in sickeningly sweet tone. "Now stay still." His eyes widen but he complies.
No fun at all.
She hits his head with Zap's grip, knocking him right out. Sheesh, now that that's dealt with...
She grabs the pack and throws it on her back. The maniac feels strange with so many clothes on her person but she doesn't want to injure herself any further, and to that end bears with the violet hoodie protecting her back. Come evening she woke up, and to her annoyance found herself running a fever. Along with the fact that she barely had enough bandages to re-wrap herself after a properly cold shower (Both unpleasantly mind freezing and so very soothing to her burned skin), and that her regular drugs stash had nothing to rid her of stuffed nose. Something she's unwilling to put up with. She can bear the pain and dizziness, stinging is a near constant in her life given how her eyes tend to do that at least half the time. Bones, skin, eyes, nails, yeah she can roll with that.
Stuffy nose is a no-no.
So here she is, climbing onto the roof of the building in which the drug store happens to be located in. Blowing air through her nose every now and then in vain attempts to breathe through it, frustrating, is what her body is, it never feels quite right and getting sick is much, much worse. When she finally gets out onto the rooftop she squats down on it and slowly lies on her back, taking care not to upset it. She rummages through the bag for a moment, fishes out the drops and quickly doses them, overdoses them really.
She taps her foot impatiently as she waits for the liquid to take its effect. Seriously, how did this even happen? It's not like she hadn't been beaten up like this before. Or never been a bit starved (or both at the same time), she took take vitamins yesterday didn't she? Urgh, doesn't matter. She sits back up when the blissful feeling of air flowing through her nostrils sets in. Her hand dives into the bag again, this time- pulling out a candy-bar. This continues for another couple of minutes as she eats one after another. Finally, sitting herself on the edge of the rooftop to finish the last one she think on what to do now.
As frustrating as it is, she can't blow stuff up in her current state. She can hardly aim, her hands shake so. And dragging Fishbones around is not even an option. Climbing the stairs to her hideout is always a chore to do, now even more so than usual. So heavy lifting materials for new bombs is also a no-go. Boring. She can't play cops either, besides. Fats is in hospital, it's not nearly as fun without her.
There it is, that bothersome heaviness somewhere in her chest. It comes back every time she thinks about that moron and refuses to go away until she gets otherwise distracted, which is not at all long but still. She doesn't like it. It makes her feel weaker and she loathes that, especially given how weakened she already knows herself to be. Not that she cares about that, a little fever is a pest but nothing to shoot her down. She's just a little bit dizzy and uncoordinated. No biggie.
Which again makes her wonder how is her favourite officer faring.
"Ugh!"
This is dumb! Why do these thoughts even come to her? They never have before, she and Fathands have been beating the crap out of each other ever since Jinx first set foot in this city. Oh yeah, she does like playing with Vi, a lot, so it is with anticipation that she awaites the chase every time she causes trouble. Always hoping she will come, and she always does. It's more than enough. So why (she bits down on her lip, holding back a giggle) is it that she suddenly wants to see her. Why is she even thinking about this in the first place! She only thinks things through when in deep! Just go where her legs carry her by the spur of the moment. That would be like her, to just do what she wants, who needs more of a reason to do anything?
There is what she should do! She wants to see Pinktard, so why in the cogs not?
Because she never wants to see people unless to toy with them.
So what?
This is stupid.
Exactly, she should stop moping and go find her!
Moping? She's not moping...
Yeah sure, whatever. She must get her ass in gear and move it.
Jinx grumbles, but does what she's told. The girl grabs her bag and looks down upon the street below her feet, just in time to see a police car pulling over, the store owner must have woken up in the while she's been sitting here. Well then, no time to laze around. She needs to find her Enforcer! A thought hits her as she is preparing to make the first jump onto another roof.
There are three hospitals in Piltover.
Each with hundreds of rooms.
Each one might be the one she's looking for.
"Ugh..."
Who needs friends with you when they're always with you?