Author's Note- So here is the next chapter. Sorry but I have to admit that this one is my shortest one yet, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. I decided to go back to a bit of the classic Rica humour that I just love to torture Drake with.

Chapter 9

Here I was, in a fucking hospital bed being forced to lie down and rest. All it made me do was want to seriously fucking stab something.

Apparently when I fell unconscious, Drake actually noted the stab wound he had inflicted on me, and had rushed me to Beacon's infirmary. I was soon rushed to the Vale hospital and was given immediate treatment. I'm just glad that I had been injected with some seriously good painkillers by the time I woke up.

'Note to self, give Drake living fucking hell.'

But of course, to make the future even brighter for Drake, they told me that when I was free to leave the hospital, I wouldn't be allowed in any physical exercise or combat for at least a month. Things were looking really bad for Drake in the month to come. Oh how I couldn't wait to strangle the fucking asshole. As I was thinking of several creative ways to torture my partner until he would begin pleading for death, the very asshole himself opened the door to see how I was doing.

"I heard the diagnosis. I may have gone a little too far with that last strike." Drake said, causing me to glare angrily at him.

'Really? You don't fucking say? Though, to be fair, I was trying to kill him.''

"Drake, you do realise that when I make a full recovery, you're fucked right?"

"I guessed as much." He said with a slight shrug. "Anyways, have you thought about my question." He said, in an attempt to change subjects. Luckily for him, it worked as I knew exactly which question he was talking about.

"I think he would understand my actions. Approve of them is another matter entirely, but he would probably know why I did it."

"Ok, but what would he want you to do now."

And there was the problem. "I honestly don't know Drake. I wish I did but I don't. For all I know he could have very well been furious that I'm even a student at Beacon."

"Rica, I know you're 'touchy', to say the least when it comes to talking about your brother…"

I directed a glare at Drake, conveying a very clear message. 'Tread very lightly Drake.'

"...but what was he like?"

"Well, for starters, he didn't try to kill me."

I smirked as a look of irritation showed on Drake's face. "But you've already tried to kill me twice."

"Three times actually, but that's tiny compared to the amount of times I almost got Kalen killed." I said with a sly grin on my face, getting rewarded with a look of disbelief.

'Ah Drake, you make it so damn easy to get a reaction out of you.'

"It runs in the family." The best part of all this was the fact that Drake would never now I was talking bullshit. "But anyways, before I get the urge to stab you… again… could you do one tiny little favour for me?"

Drake raised an eyebrow at me, as if he already knew that this wasn't going to end well.

"And what 'tiny little favour' would that be?"

"Get me the fuck out of this fucking hospital! I swear, the food I picked up from the garbage dumps when I lived on the streets tasted better than this bunch of crap!"

"Ouch, lets hope that the cook didn't hear that."

"I dont give a shit! If I don't get out of here soon then this hospital is going to very quickly become a morgue."

"Ok ok, I'll get you out of here, if only to avoid another temper tantrum."

'Thank the fucking dust that made us, FREEDOM!'

I watched in slight amusement as Drake picked me up off of the bed in a bridal fashion. As he began to start walking out of door. While he carried me around, I saw an opportunity to get a little payback at Drake for putting me in this hellhole of a hospital. As his attention was turned away from me, I quickly gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

I was rewarded with the greatest look of shock I had ever seen in my life, as Drake completely stopped moving and stood there, jaw dropped in shock. Unfortunately, in his state of shock, the dick completely forgot that I was being held in his arms and dropped me, causing me to land on the floor extremely awkwardly and painfully. "Fucking dammit, you asshole!"

My outburst, caused one of the nurses to come out and look at me on the floor and Drake looking like an asshole. "Young lady! Why are you not resting like you were instructed?"

'Oh fuck!'

"Drake, snap the fuck out of it, pick me up and RUN!" For once things actually felt like working out for me, as Drake was soon using his semblance to escape the hospital with me in his arms. All I felt was a massive rush as Drake ran at an adrenaline inducing speed, causing me to quickly lose any sense of bearing I may have had beforehand. I soon felt air pounding my face as we made it outside.

"FREEDOM!" was all I could yell out while we made our way back to Beacon.

As we finally got back to the academy's entrance I was actually smiling as I no longer had to deal with those damned nurses. However that smile quickly dissipated as I noticed two figures standing at the entrance, waiting for us. As we got closer, I realised that it was none other than Ozpin and…

'GOODWITCH! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!'

"Drake, get me back to the hospital! Now!"