Weiss sometimes still dreams about the day they got Blake back.
She doesn't dream about Blake, no, but she dreams of that woman. That woman Cinder, and her powers.
She dreams of the memory of when her fire plunged into her body. The searing torture she felt. And then she remembers the black. The fading from reality, from conciousness.
she shudders at the thought.
To die? A nightmare. Weiss assumes that's also what she would call the visions in her sleep that make her wake up in a cold sweat.
Weiss doesn't tell her team. She finds no reason to. It's her problem, not theirs, after all.
And as time passes, everything settles down for a small while. Yang invites Weiss to train. Weiss, having pushed that feeling deep deep down, agrees to her girlfriend's invite.
"You sure you're up to it Weiss? Wanna make sure you're okay.. You took a heavy hi-" "I'm fine Yang, stop worrying" Weiss silenced her worries with a kiss. Slightly blushing, Yang smiled at her. "Then let's go!"
They readied themselves, Yang activated her semblance and Weiss got into her stance, except she didn't.
Weiss took one look at the flames rising from Yang, and she was sent back to that day. Cinder replaced Yang, and that horrible spear materialized again, her world began to spin. Her breathing became labored, and her legs wobbled, tears threatening to pour from her eyes. She dropped her weapon, and Yang immediately gave her a look of worry. "Weiss? Weiss are you okay??" Weiss tried to give an answer, but she couldn't speak, all that came out was whimpers as she stumbled forward, falling on all fours.
"Wei-" It was getting harder to hear Yang. "-ay?" It was getting harder to see Yang, her vision blurred and she couldn't recognize the hands grasping her softly. She cried harder, she couldn't think straight, she couldn't think at all, everything hurt, everything seared with pain, she could feel the burning in her stomach, she let out a pained wail, clutching her stomach as she almost fell to her side. Yang caught her, and held Weiss to her chest. Yang was panicking. Weiss couldn't tell. All Weiss could form in her head was that she had to get away, had to get away from the burning. All she could breathe was smoke, all she smelt was ash, her lungs felt full, her heartbeat in her ears, Weiss's vision bordering on black, she slipped from conciousness.
In Yang's mind, she didn't know what was wrong, she was crying too, asking Weiss over and over again but she wasn't responding. After that close call, Yang's mind raced. Yang picked up Weiss bridle-style when she passed out, begging for her to be okay as she ran back into the house. Blake and Ruby also panicked once they saw Weiss, and after Yang explained everything, Blake took Weiss, explaining she knew what happened, and she knew what to do.
Ruby and Yang followed Blake's instructions and got the blankets and towels and more. Blake set up Weiss in her bed. Once they got done, Blake said to let Weiss rest, so they did. Yang didn't leave the room though, how could she leave her lover like this? She had a panic attack for Oum's sake. Ruby hugged Yang. "She'll be okay Yang, I'm sure of it." Yang sighed, "I hope you're right sis." Ruby heard Blake call out to her, and the red girl skipped off to her own love.
Yang silently brought up a chair by Weiss's bed, watching her sleep. Yang wanted to know what happened to trigger it. She didn't know how she put it together either, Yang has had those herself. Though... Was it her? Yang tried to perish that thought, but it only grew. She felt guilty, and her heart cracked. Had she sent Weiss into that attack? She couldn't bear to think so, and yet some part of her kept nagging her that she did. Yang softly cried, hoping to find the answer once Weiss woke up.