Jaune Arc woke up in a white room, his head ached and his body burned in pain.
He tried to raise his head but the pain was too great, and he slumped back onto the pillow with a "humph." From what the blonde could see the room was a hospital room.
The boy thought back, trying to remember what happened that put him here. But all he could think about was the pain that ripped through his brain.
When he heard a knock to the bright wooden door; he looked over to the sound and saw a nurse waving to him through the glass window.
Softly nodding his head, allowing the nurse access! She smiled in return and unlocked the door; after quickly checking on his vitals and chemical balance she walked over to his bedside.
She looked down at him, "You probably have a lot of questions, so which one would like me to answer first?"
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The two teams sat in the waiting room, nervously staring at the floor, waiting for any news on the state of their teammate.
When he had landed in the foyer, all of them had yelped; something Ren denied repeatedly. But quickly their surprise diminished and their instincts took over. They picked the blonde up and ran him down to the infirmary.
His head was red from the blood that emanated from his face. Apparently all of his extreme reserves of aura could not heal such a wound as a Grimm slap.
All of it had been used to heal the bite that had been inflicted just minutes before his currant wounds were formed
June had stayed there for a long time, but today was when they would do the surgery.
Pyrrhic and Ren and Nora all felt the worst; he was their leader, they weren't even there to stop it, and now they have no way of knowing if June was going to make.
Team RWBY was mostly there because their friend almost died but also they all had made the decision that IF June didn't make it, they would be there as a shoulder to cry on. And if bad news was given, then there would definitely be crying.
While all of the teens contemplated life, death, and the tiled floor before them, the doctor walked in.
The two teams jumped up and swarmed over to the man in white. They didn't have to say anything, the doctor sighed, "He'll be fine."
Everyone nearly fell to the floor as the relief flooded over them.
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Jaune looked up at the nurse, "so I'm in the hospital because I got smacked by a Beowulf." The nurse nodded her head. "OK" Jaune replied hesitantly.
He was about to continue his interrogation when he heard the muffled voices of his friends getting close to his room.
The nurse slowly moved away from his bed. Jaune however could only prepare himself for his friend's amicable hugs which would definitely come SOON.
Their footsteps came closer to the door and finally they burst into the blonde's room.
The seven teenagers quickly locked onto their friend and rushed over to his side.
Pyrrha was the first one to speak, "so how are you feeling?" "Oh I've been better."
Everyone tried to punch his arm at the flippant remark. It hurt.
Jaune clenched his jaw at the pain, suddenly a current of fury coursed through the hormonal teen. He glared at his friends trying to curse them for hitting him.
But then it passed; before he could utter a word. 'That was strange' he thought instead.
Ruby was actually the first to speak; she asked the nurse "So how much longer will he be in here"?
Jaune looked at the nurse than back at his friends, "while on that track; how long have I been in here so far"?
The nurse and his friends answered his question plainly, "two weeks." The boy in the bed eye's widened as he mouthed the words he just heard.
Then the nurse answered Ruby's question, "and he can leave now, at least after he changes, and Mr. Bartholomew Oobleck has paid for your bill, an insanely kind gesture, I would be sure to thank him."
Blake's ears perked up, "Bartholomew?"
"Why?"
The nurse just shrugged.
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After the friends had exchanged small talk and conversation, they left, saying for Jaune to meet them down in the lobby.
After Ren so smartly gave Jaune an extra set of clothes, the two teams left for Jaune to get dressed.
After the blonde in question had decided that his clothes were good in the mirror, he sat down contemplating the HUGE rush of anger he had felt after such a friendly love-tap from his friends.
He couldn't come up with any answers for that, nor could he understand why Professor Oobleck had paid for him to stay in a hospital for TWO weeks where he got major surgery done.
Such a price tag couldn't be cheap.
Jaune shrugged to himself in the mirror, "well I'll just have to ask him" he said out loud.
The boy patted himself down finally, and left to meet his friends at the lobby.