Today was Kamelot's « My therapy ». Yeah, I really like their songs.

White. Everything was white around her, both of an aggressive and soothing white. She was half seated, half lying in what seemed to be a metallic bed. As she was looking around the small and almost bare room, a word formed near he conscience, the name of this room perhaps? But before she could grasp it, the door opened, and the word flew, unreachable.

Three persons entered. The first was a tall blonde man who seemed exhausted by a harsh life, soon followed by a young girl with a red cape and silvery eyes, and the last one to enter was another, tall and raven-haired woman which really seemed to lack sleep. When they saw her, they all erupted in joy, all three of them even crying before the youngest literally jumped to hug her.

Slightly uneasy, she cleared her throat before finally letting out the question that was bothering her since the three had entered the room.

"Who… who are you?"

Judging by their mixed expressions of pain and panic, she was supposed to know. But how the hell was she supposed to know those people? She couldn't remember meeting them ever before, heck she couldn't even remember the name of the room she was in!

"You don't recognize us?" the youngest said, almost pleading

"Well no. Can someone explain me who you are, where I am and…" Suddenly, an interrogation hit her harder than everything else. And she freaked out. "Who am I?!"

Panic started to grow on her, and the more she raked her brain for this information, the more she freaked out of not finding it. Your own name was supposed to be easy right? Then why did she remember the steps to diagnose a motocross and not her own name? What was she doing here? Where was she exactly? Each question seemed to pile up in her stomach and lungs, gradually blocking her breath and thickening her throat.

When she started thinking that her heart was going to explode, a tall man with grey hair and a white coat entered the room and went directly to her side. Somehow, it calmed her, as if she knew that this man had the answers she needed. When he took a deep breath, readying for a long explanation, a name came back to her: Doctor Ozpin.

"Yang, I need you to calm down." Was that her name? Yang? "I know everything might seem scary, but we are here to help you, okay?" he said with a soothing voice, the three intruders around seeming somewhere between awkward, anxious and sad.

"O-okay" she said, swallowing hard. If she focused deeply enough on the man's voice, she could silence her fears for a while.

"Yang, you are suffering from a major post-traumatic memory loss, but the good news is that it's psychological, meaning that you can, and you will recover your memories. Now, I need you to tell me exactly what you remember, can you do that?"

"Yeah, I… I think…" Breathing deeply, she tried to remember… anything. But nothing came, and her hands started shaking uncontrollably. "I… I remember almost nothing… I just remember some things like how to fix a brake on a motorcycle or... I think it's a cookie recipe?" She focused her field of view back to the doctor, hoping that he would have a solution to this torturous lack of information… but he was biting his lower lip in apprehension

"The memory loss is greater than I thought… It will take time for you to recover your souvenirs entirely." He sighed, glancing at his notebook and the resumed. "I can recommend you to a psychologist, he will help you recover your memory by surpassing your trauma."

She nodded, barely containing her tears. To her, it felt as if she had just been thrown in an arena, armed only with a shiv.

"Yang?" her eyes came back from the window to the doctor. "I need you to remain calm, okay? You won't like what I am going to say." She nodded again, unable to emit the slightest sound. "I mentioned a trauma several times before… this traumatism was provoked by a car accident. And I truly regret having to break out the news but… you lost more than your memories in this accident. We were unable to save your right arm."

For the first time that she had awakened, she downed her eyes on herself, only to find that her right arm was indeed abruptly stopping not far under her shoulder. She stared blankly at the stump that was there, feeling uneasy. She was unable to feel anything for this loss, that was probably capital. Actually, she could have been born with it, for what she remembered. She raised her eyes again, staring at the gray-haired man and waiting for the next disturbing information he would deliver.

"You seem to be taking this new rather well, which is good. Now, I'll try to make things a little less awkward by telling you who are the people in the room, okay?" A slight nod was her answer. "Great. First, I am the doctor Ozpin, I'm your family's attending physician. The man at my right is your father, Taiyang Xiao Long, and the young lady at his side is your sister, Ruby Rose. At my left is Blake Belladonna, one of your close friends. Do you think you will be alright if I go?"

"I think I will..." she said slowly, still feeling a bit awkward for not remembering the people that were supposed to be her family and friends.

Doctor Ozpin then left, leaving the room in an uncomfortable silence, only broken by the soft beeping of some machinery that she hadn't even noticed on the side of her bed.

For the next few minutes, she made small talk with Ruby and Taiyang, as they told her how relieved they were that she had awakened, and how determined they were to help her find her memories back. Even if they seemed like strangers to her, their solicitude was heartwarming, and she knew that she was in good hands. Blake, instead, kept quiet and simply watched her with a small smile.

Eventually, Ruby and Taiyang left the room to search for a snack, and she was left alone with Blake. Once again, she tried to make small talk, asking her about work, other friends, and even letting her pride go to ask Blake some question about her own life. But just as earlier the word 'hospital' had seemed tantalizingly out of reach, it seemed to her that there was something, some vital information that she couldn't grasp.

Focusing, her iron will end up getting her some brief flashes of memories. The first one was a blinding light and a loud noise, and if she relied on her shaking hands – no, hand. - and ragged breath, it was probably from her accident. The second was a very young Ruby blowing three candles on a cake. The last one however was less... precise. The more she tried to understand it, the more she thought that she was making up memories, until a point that she was dying to pop a question.

Seeing that her family wasn't back, she looked at Blake and suddenly asked it.

"We… We're not just friends, are we?"

It made on her interlocutor the approximate effect of an electric shock. Blake tensed in her seat, her knuckles visibly paling under the pressure she put on the arms of her chair.

"You remember something?" her voice was both hopeful and nervous

"I'm not sure what I actually remember...; but there's… something. Right?"

"Yeah…" Blake's voice croaked.

She then started speaking undertone, almost muttering without interruption.

And this long conversation marked the real, first step that Yang made on her way to recovery. On her way to find back her memories.

Phew, I wrote a lot more than I expected ! The good thing with this challenge is that it allows me to explore a lot of Bumbleby possibilities, and I'm currently piling up my ideas for future fanfic.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and see you tomorrow !