Why was everything upside down?
Yang let out a groan. Her entire body was sore. It felt like she had been thrown down an entire flight of stairs. Twice.
What the hell happened?
She tried to recall what led to this moment. There was somewhere she had to be, a reason she was on this road. She tried to think as to the why when she heard a silent moan to her left, coming from below her.
Weiss.
"Weiss? Weiss, are you okay?"
There was a momentary silence. "Y-yang?" The voice was weak and barely audible, but it was Weiss.
The blonde turned, trying to get a good look at the heiress. Blood stained her hair, running from a wound that she couldn't see. "Weiss, are you okay? I need to know if you're alright."
The white-haired girl groaned, shifting slightly before she hissed. "I can't move my leg…" She said after a moment, voice laced with pain.
The blonde nodded, trying to think. "Alright, just stay still." She explained, bracing herself before undoing her seatbelt. She grabbed onto the passenger's seat in front of her, trying to avoid disturbing the heiress, and put her feet down on the driver's side back door. She felt water seeping into her boots; they had come to rest in a stream or ditch of some kind.
Weiss nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. Yang wasn't the most versed in emergency aid, but she knew that was a bad thing. "Weiss! Weiss, baby, I need you to stay awake." Yang pleaded, reaching over and cupping the heiress's face. Now that she was in front of the heiress, she could see her face better; there was a massive gash over her left temple, and blood was running from the wound.
The heiress weakly opened her eyes; they were cloudy, like she wasn't all there. "I'm just gonna take a short nap…" She said, her voice almost childish.
The blonde gave the heiress a gentle shake. "Weiss, open your eyes." She half-begged, trying to keep her composure. "Open your eyes for me. Please?"
Weiss let out a raggedy breath, but obeyed, opening her eyes. They were still distant, like something was missing. "Well, since you said 'please'…" She said, a weak smile on her face.
The blonde returned it, deciding to clean the cut on Weiss's head first. She pulled her vest off, the action awkward in the confines of the vehicle, and brought it up to wipe away the blood from the wound. "Are you hurt anywhere?" She inquired, hoping to get a list of her girlfriend's injuries.
The heiress took much longer that she should've to answer that question. Yang mentally checked concussion as one injury. "I can't feel my leg." She said after a moment. "And my head hurts really bad."
That was a no-brainer; the head wound alone would be painful. The added possible concussion amplified that. "Alright, anything else?" She asked, trying to get a good look at Weiss's legs.
That was when she head a faint voice. "Hey, is everyone alright down there!?" The man's voice sounded a bit shocked. She'd probably be too if she saw a car resting at the bottom of a ditch.
She turned to her window, which had been shattered in the crash. "I'm fine!" She called out, the loudness causing Weiss to wince. "Oh god, I'm sorry." She apologized immediately, placing a soft kiss on the heiress's forehead. She stood up after that, trying to poke her head out of the window, and directed her voice away from the heiress. "But my girlfriend's not doing so great!" She added after a moment.
The man's voice sounded slightly closer. "I've got an ambulance on the way!" He informed. "Is there anyone else in the car with you!?" He added after a moment.
Yang thought a moment, but it was Weiss that answered. "Friedrich!"
At the realization, the heiress probably thought to check on her driver, but Yang held her back. "Weiss, no. I don't know how badly you're hurt." Yang's voice cracked as the words 'you're hurt.' She had promised to protect the heiress from anything that tried to hurt her. And look at how well that had gone.
The white-haired girl struggled weakly in the hold. "I've gotta see if Friedrich's alright." She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
Yang leaned over and kissed the other girl lightly, calming her momentarily. "I'll check on him, but you've got to stay still, alright? I don't want you to aggravate anything." She explained, waiting until the heiress nodded before kneeling to check on the driver.
She immediately saw blood, everywhere. There were several gashes along his face and arms, and there was a line of blood running from his right ear. Thankfully, there was still a pulse, and he was breathing, so he was alive. But just barely.
She didn't want to worry Weiss more than she already was, so she gave the heiress a small, faked smile. "He'll be alright. We've just gotta worry about you right now, okay?" She soothed, before standing up and sticking her head out the window. The man that had called the ambulance was nearer now. "Our driver's in here as well." She swallowed hard. "We need help, fast!" She added, her voice showing the panic that she had been trying to keep at bay.
There was a reply of confirmation from the other man as Yang knelt again, looking at Weiss's left leg. It was pinned between the seat and the door, which had been crushed into her. Thankfully, it didn't look like circulation had been completely lost, if the blood staining her pantyhose was any indication. However, it looked like a piece of metal had punctured it. "What happened?" Weiss asked suddenly.
The blonde thought for a moment. "We must've gotten run off the road." She answered simply. She tried to think back on what had happened before the accident. She remembered they were on Bluff Avenue, the largest roadway in this part of town. She remembered that they were almost to their destination, Silver Star Dinner Theater.
And then she remembered, just before everything turned upside-down, a car that had been driving alongside them for most of the trip. They had been next to them on the highway, even. And the last thing she remembered of it was it turning into them, running them into this ditch they had found themselves in.
The heiress let out a shaky breath, her eyes shut. "No, no! Weiss, open your eyes!" Yang cried out, giving the white-haired girl a gentle shake. The heiress, however, wasn't responding. "Damn it! Weiss, wake up!" The only thing that kept the blonde from completely breaking down was the fact that the heiress was still breathing. If that changed, though, Yang wasn't sure what she'd do.
In the distance, she heard the sounds of sirens, and she also became aware of the rain that had been falling for a while. It wasn't a downpour, but Yang could feel the raindrops on her head. She wiped her forehead, clearing her vision of the water, and went back to tending to Weiss.
She tried to check the leg to see if it was broken, but at the angle Weiss was resting, she couldn't, not without disturbing the heiress. Yang let out a shaky breath. "Weiss, can you hear me?" She asked, her voice almost pleading.
There was a light moan, but the heiress didn't completely stir. The sirens were getting louder. The blonde let a weak smile grace her face. "Oh, Weiss, you would've loved where we were going." She started suddenly, her plans for tonight blurting out. The sirens were fairly loud now, and there was some commotion a short distance away. "They were having a murder-mystery dinner. They get the whole audience involved, and even one of the diners could be the killer." Yang wasn't sure why she was talking, let alone about something as trivial as this. But the action soothed her, or at least kept her nerves from completely taking over.
The car shifted slightly. "Is everyone alright in here?" She heard a strong voice say. She looked up to see an EMT standing at the edge of the roof, looking in.
Yang allowed relief to fill her. "My girlfriend's unconscious, and our driver hasn't responded to anything." She explained, trying to keep her voice even. "Please, just help them."
The man nodded. "We're gonna do everything we can, ma'am." He assured. "Are you able to get out on your own?" He asked after a moment.
The blonde nodded, but immediately shook her head after. "I'm not leaving her." She demanded, her voice hard.
A sigh. "I need you out of the way so we can get to your girlfriend." He informed, his voice still calm. "I understand that you don't want to leave her, but you'll only get in our way."
Yang let out a shaky sigh, turning to the unconscious heiress. After a moment, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips, one that was not returned. "I'll be right back…" She breathed, before she stood up as far as she could.
She had to crouch, her shoulder's unable to fit completely out the window. The EMT stepped back, before grabbing the door handle and pulling. The door held fast, jammed from the crash. "Can you get out?" He asked.
Yang took in a short breath, putting her hands on the door and pushing. She was thankful that her upper body strength was something she had put a lot of work into, because she was able to lift herself out with minimal effort, though broken glass slashed her arms up. She climbed off the car, looking at the area around her. The road was above, a few bystanders looking down in concern and wonder at the mangled mess of a car in the ditch.
And the car was mangled. As Yang examined it, she saw that the engine had been shorn from its block, resting a few feet behind the rest of the car. Steam rose from it, the smell of burnt celery and oil in the air.
The blonde had taken all of two steps before another EMT approached her. "Ma'am, I need to examine you." She informed gently.
The blonde knew that meant going to an ambulance. She shook her head, the action causing it to spin. "I'm not going anywhere until you get Weiss out of that car." She stated, not allowing anything to change her mind.
The woman looked like she was about to argue, but decided against it. "Alright, but I need you to step away from the car." She said, leading Yang one bank of the ditch. Water sloshed as she walked through the ditch, her feet sinking several inches into the mud. Her shoes were probably ruined.
After a moment, the EMT brought a rag up and began wiping Yang's forehead. The blonde hissed at the sudden pain; what was on that rag? However, when the once white rag came back red, she understood why it hurt; there was a large gash on her forehead.
In fact, with the adrenaline wearing off, she was starting to feel it, and it hurt. A lot. Each time the EMT wiped her forehead, the blonde hissed. If the other woman was apologetic, she didn't show it. But Yang didn't blame her; pain just meant she was still alive.
Metal shearing filled the air, the rescue workers beginning to cut away the roof of the car where Friedrich was. She didn't blame them; Friedrich was in worse shape than Weiss. Yang knew how triage and first response worked. But seeing them putting Weiss second made her understandably angry.
A few moments went by as they tried to cut the roof away without harming the car's occupants. However, after that, one of the EMT's looked over to the blonde, motioning for her to come over.
Yang practically ran, arriving at the backseat window immediately. She leaned over and saw the heiress awake and alert. Seeing those blue eyes made the blonde sigh in relief. "You had me scared there, princess." The blonde said after a moment.
Weiss looked up, seeing Yang. "Thank god, you're alright." She breathed, her voice barely audible over the saw and shearing metal. The EMT motioned downward, towards where the back window had been.
Yang got down on the ground, feeling dampness along her shins, a small smile on her face. "That's my line." She teased softly, her voice loud enough to be heard over the saw. She scooted in until she was next to the heiress, the opening crushed down enough to prevent complete entrance. "How are you feeling?" She asked when she was settled.
Weiss had a bit more life in her eyes now, but she was still not completely lucid. "I've been better." She answered with a small chuckle. However, the action, in tandem with the noise, made her wince in pain, clutching her head with her right hand. "My head…"
The blonde nodded, rubbing the heiress's head soothingly. "You've probably got a concussion." She informed. "Are you feeling tired?"
The heiress nodded once. "A little." She let out a breath as the sawing stopped. "How bad is he?" She asked, nodding towards the driver's seat.
Yang bit her lip. "He'll be fine." She replied softly. The roof was pulled away, allowing the workers to get to Friedrich.
Weiss frowned softly. "Don't lie to me, Yang." She scolded weakly, grabbing her head again.
The blonde sighed. "They're gonna help him. He'll be alright." She repeated, her voice a bit stronger. "Can you still not feel your leg?" She asked after a moment.
The heiress tried to move her left leg, but nothing happened. "No." She gave the blonde a hesitant look. "Is it bad?" She asked.
Yang shook her head. "You'll be fine." She assured, her voice strong. There was some jostling, and the workers began to extract the driver from the car. "Alright, hang tight, they're about to get you out of here." She added.
At that, she turned back. One of the EMTs was crouching behind her. "Her leg's pinned against the door." She informed, her voice a bit shaky. "And I think she's got a concussion."
The EMT nodded. "We'll get her out." He then motioned for Yang to scoot out. "I need you to move."
The blonde sighed, turning to the heiress. "Alright, I gotta move, but I'll be right over there." She informed, leaning over to give the heiress a quick kiss. "I love you, princess. So much."
Weiss gave her a weak smile. "I love you too, Yang." She replied, giving the blonde a hesitant look as she scooted back out of the car.
Yang watched on as they began cutting into the car, using the hole they had made earlier as a starting point. By the time they were done, the entire roof of the car was sheared in half, part of it resting in a pile a few feet away.
Then they started to get the heiress out. It took some maneuvering to get Weiss's leg out, a few pained cries reaching Yang's ears as they worked. The sounds made the blonde nervous, worrying that something bad had happened. She tried her best to remain in the heiress's line-of-sight, hoping that it would make things easier on Weiss.
After a few minutes of work, Weiss was finally free. They brought a stretcher down and lifted the heiress onto it. Her leg was in worse shape than Yang had first thought; Yang had thought a piece of metal had stabbed the heiress, but instead it was her tibia. The blonde grabbed Weiss's hand and squeezed it gently. The heiress returned it, albeit weakly.
As they reached the ambulance, the EMT looked ready to tell Yang to leave, but Weiss spoke up immediately. "She's coming with me." She demanded, her voice weak but direct. The men looked between themselves, but eventually decided to relent, directing Yang so that she was out of their way, and moving Weiss into the back.
The sirens were dull but loud as the ambulance sped its way through the streets to the nearest hospital. "Which hospital are we going to?" Yang asked after a moment.
The younger looking of the EMTs answered. "Shoreline Medical." He then began to tend to the heiress's leg, gingerly trying to re-set the bone.
The action caused the heiress to cry out in pain. Yang immediately grabbed the heiress's hand. "Shh, I'm right here." She assured, kneeling so she could wipe away some dirt from Weiss's face.
Tears fell from Weiss's eyes, her lips held tight in pain. The EMT gave her an apologetic look. "I have to try to set the bone and clean the wound." He explained, squeezing Weiss's hand before attempting again.
This time, Weiss bit her lip and squeezed the blonde's hand tightly. She didn't cry out, but she did let out a whimpering breath. Yang couldn't do anything but keep a soothing smile on her face, whispering equally soothing words as she stroked the heiress's head, trying to guide her through the pain.
After a moment, the EMT was finished, and now simply trying to clean the wound as best as he could. The other EMT, an older man, pushed the blonde aside enough to insert an IV into Weiss's left arm. "Ma'am, what is your name?" He asked, looking Weiss in the eyes.
Yang wanted to answer, but she knew that this was a concussion protocol. She had gone through a similar thing in the past, when another player 'accidentally' beaned her in the back of the head with an 'errant' pass. "Weiss Schnee." The heiress replied weakly.
The EMT nodded, writing the information down on a clipboard. "Alright, do you know what day it is?" He asked.
The heiress nodded. "Valentine's Day." She answered. As soon as the words were off her lips, Weiss's eyes widened. "Oh god, Yang. Your plans!"
The blonde allowed herself to chuckle. "I think we've got more pressing concerns than that, babe." She reminded, trying to keep her voice sounding natural.
The EMT continued. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked, holding up two fingers, his thumb and index finger.
The heiress squinted, as if trying the clear her vision. "Uh…" Yang sighed. Yep, concussion. "Three?"
The EMT wrote that down. "Alright. You've probably got a minor concussion. Just sit tight. We're almost at the hospital." And with that, he slid away, examining a monitor of Weiss's vitals.
With that out of the way, the blonde pulled her phone out. "I'm gonna let Blake and Ruby know what happened." She told the heiress. "Just relax." And with that, the blonde found Blake's contact information and hit the 'Call' button.
The line rang a few times before it was answered. "What?" Blake asked, her voice slightly amused, slightly annoyed. Yang didn't blame her; she was interrupting whatever plans she had made with Ruby.
But she'd understand. "Blake, we got into an accident." She informed, her voice soft.
Blake audibly straightened. "Oh god. Are you alright? What happened?" She asked, her voice uncharacteristically flustered. In the background, Ruby started asking questions, but the faunus hushed her.
The blonde sighed. "We got run off the road, flipped a few times." She turned back to the heiress. Her leg was still bleeding from where her bone had jutted out, but it was being taken care of. "Weiss had a compound fracture in her left leg, and a mild concussion. I've probably got one, too." A sigh. "Friedrich's real messed up, though."
As Yang was explaining what happened, Blake had been relaying it to Ruby. The younger sibling started firing off frantic inquires, ones that Blake dismissed. "Where are you?" Blake asked after a moment.
"On our way to Shoreline Medical. Over by the beach."
The faunus hummed. "Alright, we're on our way." And with that, Blake ended the call.
Weiss let out a shaky sigh. "I need to let Winter know." She said after a moment.
The blonde nodded, but gave the heiress a soft look. "You left your purse in the car, honey." She reminded softly. "Give me her number, I'll call her." She added.
The heiress nodded, but after a few moments, she hadn't said anything. Yang nodded once, rubbing her cheek gently. "It's alright. They've probably got some emergency contact they can use." She reassured.
The heiress frowned slightly. "That'll just go to my father." She informed, voice weak but bitter. "I need to let Winter know now."
Yang sighed, but remained calm. "You said something about her heading to meet with your aunt, right?" She asked, getting a nod from the heiress. "At the distribution center?"
The realization hit Weiss a moment later. "You can call there." She breathed. Yang nodded, searching the internet for the phone number. As they were pulling into the hospital parking lot, she found warehouse's website.
The back doors burst open, a doctor at the entrance. "How are you feeling, ma'am?" He asked Weiss, helping the EMTs pull the stretcher out.
The heiress breathed. "I hurt a lot." She remarked, almost sarcastic. The tone got a soft laugh from the others.
The doctor smiled. "Well, we'll try to fix that." He then turned to Yang. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go to a separate room, at least for the time being." He added.
The blonde let out a hard sigh. "I'll be over as soon as I can, okay?" She assured, squeezing the heiress's hand.
Weiss returned it. "Please." She half-pleaded. The blonde leaned over and kissed her softly. "I love you."
"I love you too."
With that, Weiss was taken to the ER surrounded by doctors, while one of the EMTs led Yang inside at a more casual pace. "Your cut's mostly stopped bleeding. We'll have to do a concussion test, but it seems like you're doing okay." He informed. Physically, he wasn't wrong. Other than a few sores and a mild concussion, the blonde was fine. Mentally, though? You'd be distressed too if you had a girlfriend in Weiss's condition.
The blonde nodded, searching he website and finding the number to the Schnee Electric Distribution Center, Vale Office. The line rang a few moments before a voice answered. "Schnee Distribution, how my I help you?" She asked, her voice practiced.
Yang let out a breath as she was directed into an examination room. "Hi, I'm trying to get ahold of Winter." She said, her voice as even as she could make it. The headache she had made that difficult, though.
The woman hummed. "I'm sorry, but Ms. Schnee isn't taking calls at the moment." She informed. "I can leave a message for you, though."
Yang huffed. "It's about her sister, Weiss. It's important." She said flatly.
That got the woman's attention. "Is there something wrong?" She asked immediately.
The blonde sighed. "I just need to talk to Winter." She repeated, direct but keeping her voice calm.
The woman thought for a moment, before relenting. "Alright, I'll patch you through." The line beeped, the call on hold as Yang waited for the younger Schnee to answer.
It came a few moments later. "Winter Schnee." The voice, eerily similar to Weiss's, spoke.
The blonde let out a breath. "Um, hey. This is Yang." She started, her voice quiet.
The other girl hmm'd in reply. "Yang, huh?" She asked, her voice slightly amused. "So you're the girl my sister's been swooning over the last few months."
The blonde wanted to find the humor in that, but given the situation, she couldn't. "Listen, I really wish I was calling to chat, but I need to let you know something." She continued, her voice softening a bit.
The humor in Winter's voice seemed to fade. "What happened?" She asked, almost hesitant.
Yang sighed. "We got into an accident." She informed, her voice quiet. "Someone ran us off the road." Another sigh as the blonde tried to find her voice. "Weiss got a mild concussion and a broken leg. Friedrich…" She couldn't even say it. The other man would be lucky if he wasn't already dead.
There was a ragged breath on the other end. "Is my sister there?" She asked, her voice small.
Yang shook her head. "No, they took her to a different room. She left her phone in the car, I'm calling from mine."
"Which hospital?"
"Shoreline Medic-" The line cut out before Yang could finish.
The blonde set the phone down and laid back in the hospital bed. She let out a heavy sigh as she did. The whole day had gone from euphoric to hell in a matter of moments. Weeks of planning wasted in a single instant.
However, one thought that Yang had was this might not have been just a simple accident. The car that had run them off the road had been following them. Like they were targeted. By who, though, she couldn't know, but the first assailants that came to mind were the White Fang. They would love nothing more than to get at the heiress. Yang was reminded of the accident that Weiss had survived years ago, the one that gave her the scar.
She didn't get a chance to think too much more, because a doctor came in. "Alright, Miss Xiao Long, let's take a look at you." He started, his voice soft, as he looked at the blonde's head wound. After he was satisfied that it was alright, he tested the blonde for a concussion. Yang knew she had one; the massive headache was a big giveaway. It wasn't the first time she had suffered one, so she knew what to expect.
After a moment, the doctor said something about getting her cut closed up, then left her alone for a few moments. The next hour or so bled together, time a foreign concept as she simply waited and had her head stitched shut.
She only became aware of reality when the door opened and Ruby came barreling in, throwing her arms around the blonde. "OhmygodYangwhathappenedareyoualright!?" She cried out, entirely in one breath. Blake and her father followed the younger girl in, worried looks on their faces, but with much less dramatics.
Yang returned Ruby's hug, unable to keep a chuckle contained at the younger sister's theatrics. "I'm fine, sis." She answered. Ruby backed away, her face still full of worry. "I'm just waiting until they let me see Weiss."
At that, her father sighed. "Blake told me what you told her." He started, his voice soft. "Is she alright?"
Yang sighed. "She seemed like it when they took her away. Her leg's fucked up, yeah, but she's fine otherwise." Then, she let out a breath. "But Friedrich's not."
Yang felt a hand on her shoulder, Blake reaching over to give some support. "Just get some rest. You look like you've gone through hell." She said, her voice taking a slightly teasing tone towards the end.
To that, the blonde let a smirk etch onto her face. "I'm still leagues better looking than you." She countered, her voice easy.
The faunus chuckled. "Keep telling yourself that."
The four shared easy conversation, trying to keep it from dwelling on the negative, for nearly an hour. During that time, she had been visited by a few doctors, telling the blonde of her injuries and what to do to recover. She had a mild concussion, nothing serious. The doctor did say, however, that she probably wouldn't be able to exert herself much for the next few days, which meant cutting back on anything basketball related. Other than that, the blonde heard nothing about Weiss or Friedrich.
The door opened up just after 8pm, but instead of the doctor that Yang was expecting, a girl with light-blue hair and equally blue eyes entered. Her eyes immediately fell on the blonde; Yang could see the vestiges of tears on her face.
Yang sat up a bit straighter. "How's Weiss doing?" She asked without preamble.
The other girl let out a breath. "She's fine." Winter answered simply. "She wanted me to let you know." She then looked around, noticing everyone else. "Is this a bad time..?"
The blonde shook her head. "No, it's fine." She dismissed. "These are my friends and family." She added. "But are they letting visitors in to see her?" She asked after a moment.
Winter nodded once. "Yes. She wanted me to get you." She answered quietly.
Yang gave her father a quick look. He nodded, a small smile on his face. With that, the blonde threw her feet over the edge of the bed, testing them before standing up. Her head was still spinning, but after a moment, she found her footing. "Alright, lead the way." She conceded, nodding to the shorter girl.
Winter led Yang through the hospital, another woman at her side. Before the question could even reach her lips, the woman was answering. "I'm Amethyst, Weiss's aunt." She informed. The woman had light purple hair that was, is slightly darker, the same shade as Yang's eyes.
The blonde nodded. "Yang." She responded.
The woman nodded with a small smile. "I'm aware. My brother has had a bit of an... obsession regarding you." She explained with a small chuckle. "But, from what I've heard, Weiss cares very deeply for you."
The words made the blonde blush slightly. "As do I." She replied.
To that, Winter chuckled softly. "Weiss never told me you were so shy." She accused amusedly.
That got the blonde to smirk. "And does Weiss talk about me much?" She asked, her voice also amused.
They stepped into an elevator. As they did, the younger Schnee shrugged. "Sometimes. When she gets started, she doesn't shut up." She teased, getting a light jab from her aunt.
Yang chuckled softly. "That sounds like her, alright." She breathed. After the short ride up, they exited and continued the trip in silence.
After a while, they met with a woman with flowing white hair. If Yang didn't know any better, she'd have assumed this was Weiss. However, her features were much softer, lacking the pointedness that had likely come from the heiress's father.
Amethyst was the first to speak. "Willow." She said simply, approaching the woman.
Willow let out a hard sigh, arms wrapped around the slightly taller woman. "I came by as quickly as I could." She informed. She looked to be holding back a few tears. However, upon the sight of the blonde, her face brightened up. "I assume this is Yang."
The blonde nodded once. "Yes, ma'am." She answered, taking a step closer. "And you must be Weiss's mother."
The woman nodded in reply. "I am." She then turned to the door to the room that Weiss was probably waiting in. "Our talk can wait until later. Weiss wanted to see you." She added.
Judging by the way the other three were waiting, it was likely that Weiss had wanted to speak with Yang alone. The blonde nodded, then, with a sigh, pulled the door open and headed inside.
She immediately saw the heiress laying in the bed. There was a bandage wrapped around her head, covering the wound there. Her left leg was hanging in a sling, the center of it bloodied where the bone had pieced the skin.
She turned to Yang and gave a small smile. The blonde closed the distance between them and brought their lips together as if they had been separated for years and not mere hours. When they finally pulled away, the blonde was the first to speak. "How are you feeling?"
The heiress tried to keep her smile. "A little better." She winced a bit. "My head's still throbbing, though."
Yang chuckled, sliding a chair over. "Well, that's a concussion for ya." She explained, a small smirk on her face. "How about your leg?"
Weiss huffed. "I've got feeling back in it, for all the good it does me." She drawled, leaning back in her bed. "I take it you've met my family by now." She added after a moment.
The blonde nodded. "Yeah. You could've warned me that every other woman in your family looks like you, though." She added with a small smirk.
The white-haired girl chuckled softly. "They do not." She defended amusedly. Yang shook her head in disagreement. "Whatever. I'm pretty sure my mother wanted to talk to you."
Yang let out a shaky laugh. "It's not gonna be like talking to your dad, is it?" She asked with a half-smile.
Weiss shook her head with a smile. "No. She's nothing like him." A sigh. "She's more of what a parent should be." A frown, almost saddened, formed on the heiress's lips.
The blonde squeezed Weiss's right hand. "Hey, I'm sure she loves you. She seemed pretty shaken up when I saw her." She soothed. "Besides, right now, you've just got to worry about getting some rest."
Weiss nodded once, leaning back. However, after a moment, she let out a hard sigh. "Friedrich's in a coma." She breathed suddenly.
Yang was about to tell the heiress not to say anything else, but the words seemed to come unbidden. "He's in surgery right now. Something about relieving pressure in his brain." A shaky exhale, followed by an equally shaky inhale. "They're afraid he might've suffered irreparable brain damage. Even if he does wake up, chances are he'll never be the same again."
A few tears spilled from the heiress's eyes, and Yang leaned over to thumb them away. She couldn't say anything that could make things better, so she didn't. All the blonde did was hold the heiress close as she silently wept for the man that was the closest thing to a father that she had.
And you thought things were going to be happy? :D
But on a more serious note, this is a moment that I've been looking forward to since a few weeks after I started this story, when I put together my original outline. This chapter kinda flows weirdly, but given the content, I think it makes sense. Anyway, I'm in the process of writing the next chapter, so it shouldn't be too long before the next update.
Cya guys then!