For a moment, Blake and Weiss spaced out in the silence. Protectively, Blake sat on a chair next to her bed and watched over her. For a while now, Weiss was trying to go back to sleep. The only sound was the flipping of a page, which seemed like every couple of minutes.

Weiss was laying in her bed, red in the face. On occasion, she watched Blake. It was fascinating to see her different expressions. For the most part, she adorned a poker face. But every now and then, her lips would curve into a smile, or be what Weiss perceived as worry.

"Are you enjoying it?" Weiss asked, slightly irritated she was unable to sleep.

"Very much," Blake said, ripping her eyes away from the pages. "I could be rotting in Port's class right now."

"Glad I could be of help," Weiss replied, fatigue trickling in her voice.

"Hey," Blake said as she placed a hand on top of her knee. "Why did you actually come back here? You had the right notebook."

"Of course you know my notebooks," Weiss replied, impressed. "I needed medicine."

Blake bit her bottom lip as she thought about how long she needed medicine. Weiss probably tried to tough out the entire day before finally collapsing. Wanting her to feel relief, she dabbed the cold washcloth onto her forehead and the side of her neck.

"You should've gone to the nurse."

From the sensation, Weiss let out a wheezing sigh. "I have my own medicine. There's no reason to go there."

"If you went there, you would have gotten help instead of lying on the floor for who knows how long."

Despite Blake sounding frustrated, Weiss could tell she was only worried.

Feeling guilty, Weiss squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry I worried you."

Tenderly, Blake placed the back of her hand on her forehead. Even with the cold washcloth, she could feel the heat wafting off her.

"You're still warm. I think you should have some tea."

"I couldn't possibly take your precious tea," Weiss said.

"You possibly can," Blake quoted teasingly. "Do you like green? It would be the best for you right now. It's extremely healthy," she added, hoping she would take the bait.

"Truthfully, I'm a coffee person, but you're right. Green will do."

Blake heated up the water in her special mug by putting it in the microwave. "I can't believe you don't like tea."

"I can't believe you don't like coffee."

With her eyes closed, Weiss listened to her movements. There was the sound of the microwave closing. Some footsteps and the ripping of plastic. The noises almost beckoned her back to the abyss of sleep.

Blake approached the bunk with the steaming mug. "You should drink this before going back to sleep."

Weiss propped herself up and heavily leaned on the pillow. "I was not sleeping, Belladonna."

"Whatever you say, Schnee."

When she was propped up, Blake gave her the mug. Upon grabbing it, Weiss let out a content sigh. Her cold hands absorbed some much-needed heat. While her entire body was burning, her hands were spared.

"Are your hands cold?" Blake asked, concerned.

"Yes, it feels so nice."

"Does it taste nice?"

Experimentally, Weiss took a tiny sip. It wasn't sweet or bitter. Perfectly warm as well.

"It's decent. Three out of five stars."

From hearing that, Blake was overjoyed. "I think that's the best I can get out of you."

"You should feel honored."

After sharing a light giggle, Weiss took another sip. It really did do wonders for her sore throat.

"Actually, I think three and a half is more fitting."

"It's official. I'm an average chef," Blake almost declared. "That reminds me, I texted Ruby and Yang to bring you some chicken soup. They should be here soon."

It was then that Weiss realized her stomach was empty. "Thank you, Blake. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have remembered to eat. I think you would also be a great three and a half star doctor."

Blake couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks so much for your kind, yet realistic words."

Weiss genuinely smiled and glanced at the book on her companion's bed. "What's your book about?"

"It's about a man with two souls, each fighting for control over his body," Blake informed enthusiastically. "I like how different the souls' ideological perspectives are. Keeps it interesting."

After swallowing another sip, Weiss recalled. "Isn't it called 'Ozma'?"

"Yeah," Blake almost exclaimed. "Have you read it?"

Weiss nodded as she mused about the experience. "My sister recommended it to me. We have similar tastes. Do you have a favorite soul?"

"The older brother," Blake revealed, which caused Weiss to be taken aback. "I can understand his sadness and why he's warped. He experienced the worst of humanity, and still had some left in him. I find that admirable."

Weiss set the mug in her lap. "That's my reasoning as well."

"Really? People usually side with the younger brother."

"I know, it's odd," Weiss admitted. "I like the older brother more and understand the younger. He was too quick to make proper judgments and caused the host more pain than anything."

From her reply, Blake's breath was almost taken away.

"Wow, Weiss," Blake breathed. "Why didn't you tell me you liked books sooner?"

Visibly, Weiss turned redder than she already was. "I was under the impression you read a certain… genre."

"Wh- what?"

A light cough, and Weiss glanced away. "Um. Of the… erotic … persuasion."

"Woah, woah, hold on," Blake interjected with her arms flailing. "Where did you get that idea? My books aren't only focused on that! Sure they sometimes have erotic scenes in them but that's certainly not the focus-"

Weiss grinned at her and handed her the mug that was half empty. "You're rambling like Ruby."

"Right," Blake sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. "You know what I mean."

Gradually, Weiss laid back down and her head lolled to the side as if she couldn't keep it up any longer. "Couldn't resist."

Blake brushed her fingers through her white bangs. "Sleep, okay? Maybe you can get in a few minutes before they get back-"

The door flew open and the sisters zoomed inside.

"We're back," Ruby announced.

Weiss hid under the pillow and mountain of blankets. "Or not."

Blake went up to them and said. "Please keep it down guys."

"Oops," Ruby covered her mouth and whispered. "Does she need anything? Is she okay?"

"She just needs rest," Blake informed.

Yang sent her partner a smile. "Thanks for takin' care of her."

"She's not an easy patient."

A pillow soared across the room and hit the back of her head.

Awwww Blake and Weiss bonding. This is my first time writing monochrome, hope you like!

Stay dandy,

~Toto