AN: Okey this chapter really did get a lot of revision. I have something i want to build towards for the two OC characters but the conversation i originally had deters from that so I completely rewrote their interaction.
I do not own RWBY all rights belong to RoosterTeath.
(Third parson POV)
Three people were currently present in a hospital room Turner Cortez, Vanessa Peach, and a sleeping beauty. The beauty was sleeping in the hospital bed while the other two talked. But slowly she started to regain consciousness. She could hear the muffled voices around here. She then forced herself to open her eyes.
What she saw surprised her. She was in a regular room and she was in a hospital bed. She slowly sat up being cautious of her condition. But her attention was drawn to a woman that had just closed a curtain.
"She must be here for the other patient" the beauty thought to herself. But to the beauty's surprise the woman stated checking the medial equipment.
"Lady you should leave that to the professionals" the beauty scoffed at Ms. Peach.
Peaches eyes widened. Never in all her years in the medical profession has anyone so young ever talked to her with such disrespect.
"Young lady! How dare you talk to your elders like that? I am in fact the doctor that nursed you back to health and cared for you when you were in your coma. I am Doctor Vanessa Peach" Ms. Peach scolded while slightly stretching the truth.
The beauty just raised an eyebrow and looked over Ms. Peach. "I apologies, I just never seen someone in a medical field dress like . . .that" she said as she gestured to Ms. Peach's attire.
"And what is wrong with me attire?" Ms. Peach asked again feeling rather insulted.
"Bluntly it isn't professional at all and makes you look kind of loose." The beauty said as she rested her head against her pillow.
Peach's face blushed a little as she was both embraced that she gave off that impression and angered that someone would think such things of her.
"Well like it or not I am your physician." Ms. Peach tried to say in a dignified tone. "Now let's move on shall we."
"Sure knock yourself out." The beauty said just wanting to get Ms. Peach to leave her alone.
"I'm going to ask you a series of questions to complete your medical paper work. First off your name" Peach said as she rearranged the papers on her clipboard.
"Isabella Cruze"
"your age, height, and weight?"
"age 27, height 5'6", and 195 lbs"
"Wait what was that? You're 27?" Peach asked in Bewilderment
"Flattery is not professional here I could report you for that, and yes I am 27. Must I repeat the last part again?" Isabella said in annoyance.
"No moving on. Place of origin?"
"San Francisco California" Isabella replied
Peach looked at her with an eyebrow raised. This is the second time that someone said they were from a place she never heard of. Instead of questioning it she just made some notes about it and moved on. "Any kin?" Peach asked.
"No parent's died when I was young, been through Foster care after that." Isabella replied emotionless
"May I have their names of your current legal guardian please?" Ms. Peach asked
"Again I am 27. I am my own legal guardian" Isabella said with frustration in her voice.
"Sorry about that. Alright final question, are you sexually active?" Peach said as she continued to take notes.
"I used to be but haven't been for several years now." Peach looked at her in shock. "And she thought I was loose" Peach thought to herself. "Any STD's then?" She asked.
"Last I checked none." Isabella replied.
"Very well we're done for now. If you need me press the button on your guard rail. I have other matters to attend to currently." Peach said trying to find an excuse to get away from this annoying patient. "Oh and since you seem to be recovering well, if you feel up to it you'll meet with the head master tomorrow morning." Peach said as she gathered her purse and notes.
"Head Master? Am I at a medical university?" Isabella thought to herself. She didn't question it. If the person in charge wanted to speak with her then she'll speak with him. "Very well I'll be ready by o eight hundred hours." Isabella said.
Peach wondered why she was using Atlas military time but did not question it. She just left before her headache got any worse.
Once Ms. Peach left Isabella removed the probes from herself and silenced the machines. She then went to use the bathroom that was on her side of the curtain.
After using the toilet she began to wash her hands. Then she noticed her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look like herself any more. She looked . . . younger. Her hair was long again and her skin was softer than and not as tanned as it once was. She then felt her bicep and found that she didn't have the muscle mass she once had though she still had some muscle tone to her. All and all her body seemed to be as it was when she was in her late teens before she joined the military.
Isabella found this rather troubling. How could she be younger? How could she loose her lovely toned body? How and why is she even in a hospital to begin with?" she thought to herself as she went back to her bed.
She searched her memories trying to recall the last few days. Then it fell on her like a ton of bricks. The memory of saving the little girl Amy, and the nuclear blast she was caught in. Her head started to spin and she rushed to the bathroom again and barfed into the toilet.
Once she was finished she rinsed out her mouth and washed her face. She then stood there staring at her reflection. "Even if I was not in the immediate blast range I still should have severe burns and radiation sickness, but there are no signs of either." She thought.
"They must have done some pretty extensive reconstructive surgery. As for the radiation sickness, they probably have already started treatment. Since I am not feeling any of the symptoms it means I must be in the final stages of the treatment." Isabella pondered to herself. "This implies that I must have been in a coma for at least a few years." She thought to herself and sighed.
On her way back to her bed she found the TV remote and brought it with her. She turned on the TV and flipped through the stations until she found what looked like a news station. She turned up the volume and watched.
"We'll continue our story on the Schnee dust robberies in our evening special report at 5 o'clock with Lester Bolt." A male reporter said.
"In other news, an angry bull faunus held a diner hostage. This happened after he already destroyed the place while fighting white fang members." The female news anchor said.
"Luckily no one was hurt. The criminal is described as a male bull fuanus. He is roughly 5'5" with short brown hair and orange eyes. He was last seen wearing tan cargo pants, a black shirt, and several belts of ammunition, and black aura. If you see him do not engage. Please call local authorities he is considered violent. His main weapons appear to be a dust infused war hammer and a shield." The woman said as the list of traits appeared on the screen.
Isabella just changed the channel. "Is that some kind of new terrorist group? White fang? Faunist?" Isabella thought to herself. "It seems the world has changed a lot while I was asleep"
For the rest of the day Isabella just watched the news trying to get a grasp on the world she has woke up in. Ms. Peach did stop by a few times to bring her meals and to check on the other patient. Peach seemed to be worried about the condition of the other patient. But that was none of Isabella's concern.
However her focus on the news was interrupted a few times as the other patient would talk in his sleep or violently sit up yelling only to lie back down. There was one time when he seemed to have fallen from the bed. He lay on the floor cursing in pain. Seeing that he wasn't getting up right away Isabella pressed the button to call Miss Peach. Miss Peach walked in but as soon as she heard the other patient swearing in agony she rushed over to him.
Besides those few outbursts from her temporary roommate Isabella found her day rather peaceful. She just finished her last meal. It was lasagna with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy, with a cup of black tea. She then hears the other patient getting up and using the bathroom in their side of the curtain. She turns the TV off and waits for the person to return.
The patient left the bathroom and began to rapidly eat their dinner while standing by their bed. Isabella got up and quickly threw the curtain open. The patient was caught off guard by this and spun around to face the person, but ended up losing their balance and falling onto the floor with a mouth full of food.
Isabella stared at the man. He had sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt and a winter cap on. She also noticed that he was missing his left arm and had severe burn scars.
"let me help you" she said as she reached her and out to the man.
He looked at her hand with a slight scowl. Swallowing the food he had in his mouth as he stood up he thanked her.
"Thanks' for help. I still haven't regained my balance yet" he said plainly.
"Not a problem. May I ask how you are doing? I mean should you really be up and about in your condition?" Isabella asked.
"Yah, I'm all right. I look worse than it feels." He said without looking at her as he went back to his food. "Anyways I cannot sleep anymore." He said as he sat down in his bed.
"Is the pain keeping you up? If so I'll get the nurse" she said
"No. it's the dreams" he said with a sigh as he stared at his plate of half eaten food.
"PTSD?" Isabella asked.
He chuckled grimly. "Yah it could be that" he said.
Isabella held out her hand once more "I'm Isabella Cruze and I do hope you are doing well" she said. Isabella has seen this many times before with her fellow soldiers when they came back from the war. She has no clue what the man has been through but she knew that he had a long road ahead of him. One she hoped she can make a little easier for him.
"Turner Cortez Local Freak of the week." he said blandly as he stood up shook her hand.
She shook his hand with a firm grip that caused Turner to wince a little. "I must say that is one messed up sense of humor you have there."
"Eh I need to stay cheerful is some way." He said with a shrug.
He then headed to the night stand to get his cane. "So what are you here for kid? I mean you look to be in much better condition than me."
"I was in a coma" she said her eyebrow starting to twitch in annoyance that everyone thought she was a kid.
"A coma at your age? Guess it sucks to be you too." He said as he started to pack the rest of his food and the "complementary" items he got from the hospital.
"All right let's get one thing straight here. I am not a child I'm 27" Isabella said angrily.
Turner looked up at her in surprise. "Hmm. Sorry about that, But you definitely do not look your age." He paused for a moment. "How can I get whatever you got? Cause really use some of that youth about now." He joked trying to clear his mind at no avail.
"You truly have a morbid sense of humor." She said with a sigh.
"Well nothing I can do about that" he said as he tried to tie a bag of makeshift supplies to the handle of his cane.
"Here let me help you with that." Isabella said. "I got it" Turner said as he struggled to tie the handles to the cane. The bag ended up falling to the floor spilling his left over meal.
"Ahh crap" Turner said to himself. Before he can do anything Isabella was already there gathering the other items that fell from his bag. Turner stepped back and let her tie the bag. "So why are you leaving?" she asked.
"The headmaster wants to talk to me and I don't want to talk to him." Turner said.
Isabella stared at him in silence. He certainly knows more than he is letting on. "What's so bad about him?" she finally asks
"If this really is vale and Beacon academy, then the headmaster is Professor Ozpin. That guy is always, always planning something. And I am in NO condition to be taking part on any of his plans." He said as through his arm in the air in exasperation before he checked the night stand to make sure he had everything.
"You wouldn't happen to have some spare lien on you by any chance?" he asked with his back to her.
"Lint? Why would you want lint?" Isabella asked in response to the strange question.
"No. Not lint, Lien." He groaned. "I take it you are not from around here either" he asked. Isabella just nodded her head.
He sighed again. "All right then. By the way Lien is the currency used here. Not like I didn't need any of it to get by" he said sarcastically.
"I didn't know people weren't using the U.S. currency anymore" she thought.
"If you need lien just wait here. I'm in better condition than you. I can earn some lien and give you some to get by on." Isabella said
Turner looked up in shock. "First off why would you want to help me? I'm just a stranger to you. Is it because all you can see is a cripple incapable of holding his own?" He said in spite.
Isabella was surprised by his reaction. "Not at all I just. . . "
Turner interrupted her "Damn it don't pity me kid! I am a skilled Clock smith, with two Bachelor's Degrees-" He said in anger, but really just trying to convince himself that he was not useless.
He was interrupted mid-sentence though be a slap to the face.
"God damn it that hurt!" He said holding his face. "What the hell was that for?"
"I told you before, I am not a child and I will not tolerate being called one." She said in a plan tone.
"Whatever. I heard the headmaster wanted to speak with you too. What do you plan on doing?" Turner asked her with a dead serious expression on his face.
"I think I'll stay here. This Ozpin might be helpful? Also why were you keep questioning where we are?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
He groaned before answering. "Last I can recall all of this was just an animated TV show. So this means I am either in another dimension or universe, where we are both in a world called Remnant." He said as he leaned on the end of his bed placing his cane on his lap.
"You got to be kidding me" she said trying to suppress her laughter.
"It's either that or one of us is still in a coma. If it's the later then one of us doesn't really exist. But if one of us doesn't exist then am I a figment of your mind or are you a figment of my mind?" "If I'm a figment. . . " He began to ramble on.
"all right that's enough" she said but Turner kept rambling on.
"Enough!" she ordered, but he just kept going.
"Enough!" she shouted as she slapped him across the face.
Turner snapped out of it and held his face in silence. Then feel to his knees in pain. "GOD DAMN IT! AGAIN WHY?! That freaken hurt." He said as he slowly got back up.
"Sorry but I needed you to snap out of it" she said with a shrug.
"Fine what did you need me for?" he asked coldly.
"oh I didn't need you for anything, I just needed you to stop that. It was getting annoying." Isabella said with a smirk.
"Ahh whatever. You coming or not?" he said bitterly at her
She stared at him for a second blinking wondering why he asked her to join him. "No. like I said I think this Ozpin will be useful." She said as she sat down in her bed.
"All right. If you need me to fix a clock or something I'll be somewhere in vale." He said with a shrug as he walked out of the room. He then stopped in the doorway. "Don't tell Ozpin about me please."
"All right" she said as she watched him nod and then walk out of her sights.
Isabella sighed and hung her head wondering if turner would be all right. Then she relied that she was in her hospital gown the whole time. Her face turned bright red knowing that he most likely saw her back side. She plopped over in her bed and tried to calm herself down.
AN: So i hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. Just wanted to say the news report about the Bull Fuanus is a shout out to killua menace's new story New Generation (OC story) where he has incorporated my OC Touronoss Torose into the story. check it out its pretty good.