Sleep in prison wasn't to gain rest. It was to keep your mental sanity from decaying. Just enough to keep going for the next day. Everything else was just rinse and repeat.

As your eyes opened to be greeted by cold, dirty light you could already feel how the sore muscles started to worsen the day.

Your nose was so close to the concrete wall that you could smell the moisture in it. It was dirty. Disgust tied your throat and send a shiver down your spine.

Holding your breath, you closed your eyes and tried to move further away, only to be greeted by another obstacle. Something heavy pressed into your back.

Or rather someone.

A warm, even breath caressed your neck, crawled down your back and came to rest between your shoulder blades. Soft hair tickled your (S/C) skin.

Almost immediately annoyance settled in. With a soft groan you rolled your eyes and pushed back a little.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?", you asked, your voice still rough with sleep.

You peeled her hands off your waist and gave it a gentle push. Yawning, Vi sucked in a sharp breath that sounded somewhat like a grunt and turned around. One of her hands fell off the edge of the bed.

The cold air that caressed it made her shiver. She scooted back, pressing you even further into the wall.

"Five more minutes...", she muttered and buried her face in the pillow she had stolen from you.

Even though you were in possession of a blanket it was not meant to fit two people underneath. Half your body was exposed, cold, while Vi's feet dangled out at the end.

"This is a nightmare...", you muttered with a sigh.

"Sweet dreams...", she answered, still halfway asleep and not at all registering the situation.

"Kid.", your voice trembled as you called out for her.

Vi pulled her legs up to her chest and let out a deep sigh. Again, she yawned, this time rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"I don't wanna...", she put a foot out into the open to feel the temperature of the air only to shiver in response and flee back under the blanket.

You couldn't help but let out a low growl.

"Get up or I'll push you.", you said.

Crunching her nose, she shivered. One eye popped open, blue like a sky before a rainstorm. It was still a little fogged with sleep but thoughts lit up behind it.

"Do I have to?", she complained.

"Don't make me count. You're not a child."

She let out a snort.

"Don't call me kid then, sweet cheeks."

"Alright.", you out both hands against the wall and gave yourself a mighty push.

Taken by the force, Vi slid out of bed like a kid on a sled in winter. A grunt escaped her as she fell flat, face down onto the ground.

"C'mon!", frowning, she jumped to her feet, noticed how cold the floor was and tried to waddle back to the warm embrace of your bed.

With a glare, you made her turn around and jump into her own instead. It was hard, uncomfortable and without any extras, neither pillows nor a blanket.

She was not amused. But it was still better than the ground.

Still tried, you stretched your limbs, yawned and dared to dip a toe into the cold air. It was moist, more so than usual. The weather outside must have been rainy that day.

Or fall was approaching. It was almost impossible to tell. Maybe you'd be lucky and able to get a few information out of the enforcer who was to bring the next meal.

As soon as you thought about it your stomach growled. Sighing, you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Tell me about it.", on the other side of the cell, Vi peeled the shirt off her back. "I'm starving..."

After the fight with the worm the enforcers hadn't brought her any new clothes. Or you a reward. So as a result the two of you had been forced to sleep in the crusty clothes.

You could feel them stick to your own skin, making you want to rip the flesh off your bones. It was the worst feeling ever. Or very close to it.

Small sounds of annoyance escaped Vi's lips while she picked the legs of her pants off her skin and managed to get undressed without flashing you the bits.

Your gaze wandered over her back, still covered in greenish blood and other fluid which you did not want to give too much thought to.

It would only end in an upset stomach.

Then again, it annoyed you that the enforcers didn't hold up to any of their parts regarding the unspoken system of Stillwater Hold Prison.

The rewards.

You had asked for clean clothes and some medical supplies. If they would have left out the supplies that would have been fine but they hadn't given you anything.

Secretly you suspected that it was an order from the sheriff to punish Vi. Why ever he would want that. And just like the enforcer had said, you'd just be collateral damage along the way.

And that rubbed you in all the wrong ways.

Again, your eyes found Vi. She probably didn't know anything about all this.

Then again, if she would, what would change?

Nothing, most likely. She was down here, trapped in a cell with you. And sheriff Marcus was all the way up in Piltover, having meetings with the council and filling out paperwork.

But you couldn't help and be curious anyways.

Your eyes wandered along her back, along lines of black ink and shapes. Now that she was undressed it was possible to see the entire tattoo in all its glory.

And even though you didn't want to admit it, it suited her pretty well. Gears and steam, perfectly balanced on a body that was obviously meant to fight hands on.

Your gaze jumped to her hands, still wrapped in the bandages.

"How does it feel?", you asked and looked at your own hands, still fucked up and shedding from electric damage.

Her lips moved, forming a smirk in response. But before she could answer the sound of steps drove you both up to your feet.