Author notes: My first ever published fanfic and I'm kicking things off with some Bumbleby / Bumblebee Yangst! Yay. Much love for my proof-reader / fairy squad mother for helping me out with this and depending on certain things I may publish some other RWBY AU's if this one goes well but we shall see. Likes and comments are much appreciated and yeah I guess enjoy?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all creditability and ownership of the following scenario's and characters goes to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.
It had been six months. Six gruelling months since Yang woke up in Vale hospital. Her only greeting back to the real world was the cold, unforgiving, icy blue bed sheets. A bitter taste seeping into her mouth as she reminisced on the memories. For when Yang did wake up in the hospital she was alone. After regaining consciousness and listening to the agonising drag of what she presumed was a heart monitor, she had opened her heavy, blurry eyes to search for her. Her first words and thoughts since waking even being her name. "Blake"
She tried leaning up slowly, feeling heavy and numb with the weight of the morphine pulling her back towards the bed. She laid there, like gravity would not let her go. Her eyes started burning with tears. "Blake, help me" she whimpered clamping her eyes shut. "Blake... please…" After a few moments she stilled, keeping her eyes closed. She clenched her teeth and began transferring all of her negative emotions into her breathing. Determined to find answers, to leave the bed and find her. She took one deep inhalation of breath, trapping all of her negative emotions inside and releasing it in a quick rush of strength. She bolted upright, hearing, not feeling, the tubes buried in her arm resurface into the cold air followed by the sickening slosh of a squirt of blood hitting her hospital gown. Closing her eyes and swallowing bile, she summoned all of her strength to pivot her hips and legs to dangle off the left side of the bed, trying her best to ignore the high pitched flat-line of the monitor and alarm blaring behind her to alert the nurses of her condition. Yet, somewhere in her drugged haze she could hear the rush of beating footsteps and the cry of her name in a familiar voice. "Yang!" It beckoned for her but she ignored it, for there was only one dominant thought rampaging throughout her head, consuming all other logic. She had to find Blake.
She tried standing. However she had, to her own disapproval, only managed to lift her kneecaps off the rough sheets until the weight of the morphine dragged her back down. She cursed, taking note of one stubborn tube still stuck in her forearm being pulled taut by a heavy duty looking machine. Grunting she went to grab the tube with her right arm only for nothing to happen. Nothing. There was nothing happening. She looked to her right, where her arm should be. Where it always was… where it always used to be… She didn't even register the sounds of her father and three nurses barging into her room or them grasping onto her remaining limbs. She lost control of herself. She had started kicking and fighting the restraining hands, thrashing with all of her strength. In her mind all she saw was him. His crimson blade, his laugh and that blood-curling smirk. In her head she could hear a distant scream and then felt raw pain as that poisonous name ripped its way out of her throat. "BLAKE!" "BLAKE, WHERE ARE YOU" "PLEASE, BLAKE HELP ME!"
It took several nurses and her father to restrain her, enough that the shouts for her to be sedated with anaesthesia were heard and delivered. The sight of her then would not have looked out of place in a comedic sketch-show, there was at least two people to each of her limbs with her father even kneeling one leg onto her shoulder to keep her down. Her semblance had activated at some point making the drug difficult to administer with a needle as she screamed but she didn't notice or care. All Yang remembered was the agonising ache in her muscles as they held her down followed by the sweet relief of morphine coursing through her system and then her father's last words to her as she faded into the embracing, ever- waiting darkness. "I'm sorry Yang, I'm so sorry… but she's gone."