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Weiss' PoV

It's been four weeks since I've left the hospital. It's been four weeks of being trapped in my room and chained to my bed. Four weeks of falling repeatedly, struggling, and pain. Lots of pain. Four weeks that always ended in tears. Today will be different though. Today will be much worse. Today is the day I start therapy. Lovely.

Klein woke me up and served me breakfast. I'm glad he didn't say a word about how terrible I looked or how I looked in general. Ever since I've left the hospital, the nightmares have been appearing every night when I sleep. Some of him and some the wreck. the dreams being in so much detail that it just made me sick on the inside.

I would wake up screaming with a cold sweat covering my body. One of the maids or butlers would come running. They'd ask what's wrong, but I would never tell. "It's just a bad dream." I'd reply weakly, never going into details. The servants never pushed to question me and I am glad.

For rest of the night, I'd lay in bed with the lamp on. It's somewhat of a comfort for me. To be able to see through the dark when waking. To show that no monsters are truly out prowling around in your room. If only the light would get rid of the monsters in my head.

"How did you sleep, Miss Schnee?" Klein asks when setting up the tray of food for me.

"Better." Lying has become part of me now. It's something I've been doing through the process of it all. I suppose the only person that I don't lie to is Mother. She's the only one that needs to hear the truth.

"Willow is wondering if you'd like some company this morning."

"Yes, please." I plead. "It's so boring being cooped up in my room all day with no one to talk to."

Klein chuckled softly. "Then I'll send her right in."

"There's no need, Klein." Willow calls from the doorway. "I've already sent myself in."

Klein smiles and bows to mother before leaving us. She takes a seat on the bed next to me, fluffing up my pillow which allows me to sit up more comfortably. "How have you been?" Mother asks.

I push out a short sigh. "Okay, I suppose. Though it would be better if it weren't so lonely up here." Hoping my words will lead her into my trap.

But mother is always keen and doesn't fall for it. "I understand you're lonely which is why I've invited someone special to come and see us today." My eyes widen as a hundred thoughts rush through my head like a river. Is it Yang? Did mother bring Yang up here? That's impossible! "He'll be up here in just a moment."

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up so quickly about Yang coming so soon. She hasn't graduated yet and I highly doubt mother has talked to Dice since my arrival.

"This man better not be my therapist," I grumble. "He'll be just as boring as having no one here to talk."

"What was that about boring people?" A thick raspy voice calls. I know that voice from anywhere and a smile on my face.

I peek past mother and see him standing in the doorway. His back hunched using a cane for support, his hair a light grey and white. A wrinkled face and warm smile that no one can beat… except for Yang maybe.

Grandfather.

I push the tray of food aside and throw the blankets off my legs, preparing to bolt over to him. But I can't. After grandfather had fallen ill, I haven't been able to see him. And now that he's here I can't get up to give him a simple hug.

Grandfather hums and shuffled over to my side. He rests a wrinkled hand on mother, telling her to give us some alone time. She complies and leaves, letting Grandfather take her seat.

"So I've heard that you've gotten too old for walking now." He says with a light chuckle. I smile to give him some satisfaction. "What have you been up to these days?"

I shrug. "Nothing much. Just sitting in bed waiting for someone to rescue me."

"Have you tried reading?"

"I've read every book you have ever given me, grandfather and I've enjoyed each of them in a different way."

"Well, I'm glad my little snow angel enjoys my gifts." Enjoy may be an understatement but I don't correct him on it. "And what about this other person you were hoping to see instead of me. Did you find a replacement?"

"No, grandfather." I push out the words quickly. "No one can replace you."

"Weiss?" He asks with a smile and a raised brow. I love it sometimes when he does know that I'm hiding something. This is not one of those sometimes things. Grandfather is keen even in old age. It's where mother gets her keenness from. Or maybe it's old age and experience. Or maybe it's because I'm easy to read.

"You know you can tell me, Snow angel. I may be old but I still got thick skin behind this wrinkly shell." He says with this soft and tender voice that only he can pull off. "You know I'll never be mad at you."

"It's not that!" the words are harsh which is not what I was going for. "It's just… I'm… I can't see her anymore. I know shouldn't be upset to see you instead of Yang, but I am. I need her more than anyone else."

I can see the hurt in his eyes. I wish I didn't, but I do and I feel selfish for it. Grandfather is risking his health to see me and I'm acting like a spoiled brat because he's the wrong person. Because he's not Yang.

"I'm sorry you feel that way snow angel." He's soft with his words which all the more harder to bare. "I'm sorry I'm not her."

I wanted to tell him that I didn't mean it, but I wouldn't want to lie to my grandfather. My emotions are just a knotted up and twisted mess of branches from a dead or dying tree.

"Willow hasn't talked much about this Yang person and now I see why. It's a touchy subject and I wanted to know more, but I can tell you would rather not talk about it." Grandfather struggles to his weak feet and heads towards the exit. "Come find me when you're done with breakfast." He announced before leaving.

I feel deeply terrible for the way I treated grandfather this morning and I'm hoping that I can make it up later in the day. As soon as possible, maybe once I find him. Highly doubt that's possible though Knowing grandfather, he has more important things to talk about besides apologies.

It took a long time to get ready for the day. There is no need to go into details about that though. I wheel myself around the upper levels of the manor trying to find grandfather. He most likely could be in his old study room or the grand library. Hopefully, Dice isn't in either and if he is I pray grandfather will give him an ear full.

I wheel around looking at my home from a different perspective. Each staircase that I come across makes me a little sadder, a little more depressed, a little more lonely. For the last couple of weeks, I've been stuck on this level of the manor. Once, we did try to get me down the stairs, but it tires the servants who helped. Mother suggested a lift that carries me up and down to avoid the stairs. Dice said by the time that's put in I'll be walking again. I doubt that though.

Finally finding grandfather in the library sitting in a chair, silently reading a book he's most likely already read. He looks wise and full of knowledge. Time has worn him down in a good way.

"I understand that you were supposed to start therapy today." He calls, his eyes never leave to page. "Willow called though and canceled. In fact, she canceled many times."

My mouth hangs open a little. Why would she cancel? How could she cancel?

"She'd like you to spend more time with me." He adds. A twinge of pain zaps through me. "Seeing that my old age is slowing me down and you being in a wheelchair would put us at the same pace" No one wants me to feel rushed. That's a plus I suppose. "She wants us to support each other, but you have someone else in mind. Someone Dice does not want here."

Does he know about Yang's Mom? Does he know that she is hunting me down? That one of her people caused the wreck that put me in a wheelchair? Does he know everything that I know? Or does he know more?

Grandfather slaps his book shut and sets it aside. "But, in my opinion, he's being paranoid and overprotective." He slowly gets up from his chair, scoops up his cane and waddles over to me.

I watch and wait patiently for him. Taking my glasses off and putting them back on as I do. Mother finally bought another pair for me, Though the bandages do get in the way sometimes. Adjusting them several times before getting them in the right spot has now become a daily thing for me. I will not complain though.

"Julius, come here please." Grandfather calls to a young man who looks to be around the age of thirty maybe younger. Black hair and ocean blue eyes, he looks the perfect dream guy for a straight girl. Julius wears simple clothes though which is abnormal for a caretaker. Grandfather usually has them wear some more… suitable for his taste. A suit and a tie maybe.

"Julius would you give my granddaughter a hand." Grandfather gestures to me.

"Most certainly Mister Schnee." Julius takes the handles, spins me around and we begin to walk.

We walk in silence down the white halls, simply enjoying each other company… I suppose. I doubt grandfather would want me now that I've flat out told him he's the wrong person. Mother may think that it will help, but I feel I'm digging myself a deeper grave with each person that I come across.

Grandfather finally breaks the silence by asking some serious questions. "What is so special about Yang? Why are you so latched on to them?"

The question catches me off guard. Why is he so interested in Yang anyway? And I suppose the talk from before about Yang being a sensitive subject is out the window. Or maybe he wants to know more about me? He has been gone for at least six years now and wants to know about the new stuff in my life.

"I know talking about this will be hard, but I have time," Grandfather says.

"And if I don't answer?" I ask hesitantly.

"Then I will not be able to help you."

I think for a moment. "What are you help me with exactly?"

We stop and grandfather turns to me. "That I might help you see Yang again."

Now I truly am stumped. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Because," He says softly. "It upsets me to see my granddaughter in such a miserable state. I'd hoped to come here and cheer you up, but I suppose I put too much hope into Willow's plan."

His words eat away at me. He's doing so much for me after I had been so rude to him. For a once-dangerous businessman, grandfather grew older to be a kind man with a soft spot to make others feel happy as well.

"Thank you…" I mutter. "Thank you so much."

Grandfather rests a hand on my shoulder, a toothy smile on his face. "There's no need to that snow angel. Now tell me about Yang."

"Well, Yang was my very first friend. My first true friend to be exact…" Julius begins to push me along and we walk down the halls of the manor together.

I spent hours and hours talking about Yang. From the way she talked to the way she walked. I talked about my most fond memories with her and some were a little embarrassing to talk about. Got a couple chuckles from grandfather due to most of my stories being embarrassing. Some though, I've decided to keep to myself. Like the argument and telling her about my past. Some memories made me cry, laugh, or downright made me feel hot on the cheeks. I could hardly contain myself as I babbled on about Yang. And grandfather listened to every word I said.

He did ask questions along the way, some which I can't answer. They're more of an ask Yang than ask me questions. Some which I answered wholeheartedly and others I kept to myself.

"Willow has told me that you are dating this girl. Is that correct?"

That's a question I've been asked multiple times by my family members. Grandfather is more old fashion though and may not… I wouldn't say approve. That would be too harsh. He may not ally himself with gay people, but he does show respect towards them.

"Yes… I have for nearly three months." I say quickly, hoping that we can push onto the next question, but grandfather holds strong.

"And how did this girl catch your eye?"

My memory reverts back to the first time we've met. When Cardin was angry with me for ignoring him and his demands. Yang caught sight of what was happening and stepped in to save me. Back then that was the only problem I had. Now I'm being threatened and hunted by people I don't know at all.

"Her, sometimes, good jokes, big smile, beautiful lilac eyes, cheery attitude, golden hair, and best of all her kind heart, caught my attention," I say. "I didn't know I would fall in love with my first friend. Maybe it was because I had so much love to give and I didn't know what to do with it."

"It sounds she's gotten you out of your shell," Grandfather mutters. "I'm surprised."

You don't know how many people have told me that. Dating Yang Xiao-Long has become common knowledge around this household. I yearn for people to understand her like I do though. There is already enough harsh judgment about her going around.

"And have you talked to her about Jacques yet." The emphasis on his name is bitter and distasteful. This is a question I do not want to talk about…, but if it helps bring Yang here then I can bear to talk about it for a few minutes.

I swallow hard, mentally preparing myself for this talk. "We've talked about it before when we first met. I had this terrible flashback and ran off. I was terrified of him and I locked myself in my room. Yang came to me though. She didn't give up on me. She stayed with me all night and had kept him away from me. We talked about it that morning." I pause for a moment. "We can relate to a lot of things actually," I add.

"Like what?"

"We have matching scars on our faces and… we've been attacked by a drunken man." My voice lowers, keeping that last bit to myself.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing…, But what are you planning to do to get Yang here? And what are you going to do with all this information?"

"I wanted to know more about Yang before going to meet her. It's good to know a little information about my granddaughter's girlfriend." Grandfather is quiet for a moment. "I also want you to know that I can't simply go get her today and bring her back here. This will take time and planning."

"I understand," I say with full honesty. "Can you give me an estimated time of when you are going to get her."

Grandfather thinks for another moment again. "Three, Maybe four, months."

"That's in the middle of summer." I gasp.

"Is there a problem?"

"I don't know yet," I reply breath fully. "She may not want to come seeing that this will be the last summer with her family."

Grandfather begins to chuckle. "You and Willow both worry too much about irrational things." The man rests a warm hand on my shoulder. "I promise she'll come, Weiss. If she's as kind-hearted as you say she is? Then she'll come for you."

His words ease my tension and somewhat make me relax a bit on the inside. He's right! I worry too much about impossible or irrational things. Knowing Yang, she'll drop everything to come to see me in a heartbeat.

"Be prepared tomorrow, snow angel," Grandfather says. "You start therapy. Julius will you please take Weiss to her room. I'll send Klein up with dinner and a slice of red velvet cake."

Is it really time for dinner? That's crazy! I'm sure lunch time was right around the corner. Oh well. Lunch isn't my favorite meal of the day anyway.

"Yes, Mister Schnee." Julius pulls me away, heading in the direction of my room, grandfather heading the opposite way. Once out of earshot, Julius tries to strike up a conversation with me. "Your grandfather is a very understanding man."

"He is." Julius seems like a kind man and if grandfather trusts him then I will as well. Though I do have a fear of him telling Dice our plans.

"What's it like growing up in a mansion?"

"It's boring and lonely at times." Most people would picture a rich family showing off their wealth, but not the Schnee family. "What about your family? Do they live a normal?" I ask, full heartily curious as to what he has to say.

"My uh… my real parents couldn't afford to take care of me and had me put up for adoption. Another family took me in and raised me in a decent home." Julius mutters. I hear the shame and sadness drip from his voice. I kind of feel bad for the boy.

"I knew a man that married into my family for the money and to control The Schnee electric company," I say, trying to make a connection with the man. "At least your parents did the right thing. They wanted you to have a normal life." Julius simply stays quiet. I hoped to draw some lines together that we can bond a little. But my idea falls flat and he continues to push me down the hall in silence.

When arriving at my room, Julius apologized for ignoring me. I tell him he can repay me by helping me into my bed. He said he was going to do that anyway though.

Julius scoops me up from the chair and lays me on the bed. "There you go. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Schnee?"

"No… well," I mull around in my brain for a second. "Could you visit me for one hour a day, if you can, until you and grandfather leave. I like to get to know more about you, Julius."

"You sure it's not to cure your boredom?" He teases.

"Maybe that's one of my reason," I say after a moment of silence. "You are an interesting person, Julius. even if I know very little about you."

"You're an interesting person as well, Miss Schnee." Julius smiles before telling me goodbye. I wave until Julius closes the door. Once I know no one will be bothering me for the next couple of minutes, I pull out my phone and call Yang.

It doesn't take long for the blonde to pick up. "Hello?" Yang's voice low and tiring.

"Hello, Yang."

There is a long pause on the other end. "Weiss?!"

The surprised voice causes me to giggle. "Yes."

"Holy… It's three in the morning, Weiss." There is a pause. "This is the best walk call I've ever gotten."

I thought she'd be upset that I interrupted her sleeping, but when she said this was the best wake up call she's ever gotten, it put a smile on my face. A sigh of relief escapes my lips. "That is good. So how are you this fine evening?"

"Tired." Yang's blunt tone makes me laugh. "And pretty good knowing that I can still make you laugh."

"That's always a good thing," I reply, smiling happily. It's been a long time since I've heard Yang's voice. She always had this funny way with words. The kind that always put a smile on my face, that always makes me feel giddy and happy. The amazing warm feeling when you're all snuggled up in bed with your significant other. Oh, nothing can beat that feeling. Like a swell of joy in my chest. And what makes it better is that I have good news for once.

"How are you doing, Weissicle? You hanging in there!" Yang sounds more awake now. "Or did you have another bad day?"

"For once in my life, I actually have good news for you." Saying the words put a bigger smile on my face. "My grandfather came today and wants to help get you here."

"W-wait, really!" Yang sputters in surprise. "You're not joking are you!"

I shake my head, giggling like a schoolgirl. Then I realized Yang can't see me. "It's no joke. We'll finally get to see each other again."

"That's… wow! T-that's Awesome Weiss!" I can tell Yang can barely hold down her excitement. "When will I be picked up? How soon? Is it tomorrow?"

Here came the bad news. "Erm… No, Yang. We'll have to wait three months. Grandfather said it will take some planning."

Another beat of silence. "Guess I can't skip out on graduation now can I." She chuckles lightheartedly.

"No, you ca-" Before I know what's happening, the phone is ripped from my face and is now on the floor in pieces.

Dice had come into my room moments ago and I didn't notice. His face fuming with rage and disappointment. "Why can't you see that I'm trying to protect you from… from… from those monsters." He growls. "I gave you a nice warning, but now I'll have to enforce it. You contact her in any other way and I'll have her arrested."

"For what? Being there for me when you can't." I growl back. "You are just a horrible replacement for my father. He would never treat me like this."

"And look where it got him." Dice shouts. Seeing his raw anger out on display is truly terrifying. "Your Father is six feet under." That's the last comment he makes before calmly walking out of my room.

Klein is waiting outside and makes he's in once Dice has felt. He quickly and calmly makes his way over, sets down the tray of food and grabs my hand. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you?"

I shake my head, muttering. "No…"

Klein releases a sigh of relief and sets up the tray to stand over my lap. " Are you sure you are alright?" His tone is different. It's softer. Klein isn't asking if I'm physically alright. He's wondering if I'm mental alright.

Again, I shake my head. "No."

Klein sighs. A long silence fills the room as the butler sets aside the cover. Well cooked fish and shrimp sit steaming on the plate along with broccoli and rice. He then uncovers the red velvet cake that grandfather promised, saying I brought your favorite. But not even the sweet food can put a smile back on my face.

When Kleins sees that there is nothing he can do to cheer me up, he sighs in defeat and leaves.

It takes some time for me to find the energy to pick up my fork and eat. The only thing I can focus on is how openly I spoke of grandfather's plan to bring Yang here. I pray multiple times hoping that Dice heard none of it.

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