Qrow wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping, but it had been long enough. He woke up in a bed, half thinking that he had died and gone to heaven until he realised he was in a hospital dressing gown. He was feeling a lot better but he had no idea what had happened in the past 72 hours. This was so much worse than all of the time that he got blackout drunk. There was a knock at the door

"Mr. Gale, your wife is here to see you again. Are you awake this time?" A nurse entered cheerfully. Qrow eyes went wide. Mr. Gale, Wife. What in hell's name happened. This is SOOOO much worse than being blackout drunk.

The nurse checked his vitals and hooked him up to some new medicine then left and waved his "wife" in to see him. Qrow sighed in relief as Winter entered the room. He didn't swap bodies with a stranger at least. Winter was blushing bright red.

"Before you ask I only told them that so that they would let me in. Also I figured that since a lot of people that know your name just tried to kill us, I should give a fake name." She sat down stiffly and refused to make eye contact. A sly smile stretched across Qrow's face.

"And here I thought I got married while I was blackout drunk, again." He chuckled.

"Again?" Winter asked incredulously then shook her head. "That doesn't matter. The doctor says that the poison has been almost completely removed from your system and they will be able to give you stitches tonight. Do you know how long you've been here?"

"Ice Queen I don't even know where 'here' is. What happened? Where is everyone?" Qrow asked. Winter sighed.

"They are making their way to Southport. You needed to get to a hospital so I brought you to Haven, but it wasn't safe to stay and wait for us. We will have to regroup with them in Southport." Winter explained. Qrow nodded.

"Everyone else is okay, right?" He asked. Winter nodded.

He noticed that she was a little cleaner now, and wearing a hospital robe over her clothing. He could see all of the bruises and cuts on her normally perfect white skin and he frowned. They didn't belong there, he had put her in a lot of danger, she even had to-

"Are you okay?" Qrow asked, suddenly remembering Winter's attack on Tyrian.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're the one in a hospital bed." Winter deflected.

"Yeah but I didn't exhaust my aura," he lowered his voice, "Or make my first kill."

Winter sat down in her chair and face the wall, refusing to acknowledge his statement. Of course she could have guessed that he had had to kill before and she was sure it wasn't petty murder, but she couldn't say the same about herself. She killed Tyrian in cold blood, literally. She was no better than any of them. Her thoughts swarmed through her mind until she felt a hand on hers.

"Winter, it's okay. I've been there and I know you're bottling it up and I'm telling you you can't. I'm here." Qrow looked her in the eyes earnestly.

Winter crumbled. She sobbed and sobbed and held his hand tightly, as if it was the only lifeline she had to keep herself from drowning in her tears. She cried for the life she had taken, she cried for the lives he had taken, she cried for the people of Kuroyuri, she cried for everyone that Raven had abandoned, she cried for her sister who has already witnessed too much violence, she cried for the orphans, she cried that she almost lost Qrow, she cried that everyone knew she could do magic. She cried even for her childhood traumas and minor pains because at this point everything else was coming up. The thoughts swirled through her mind and then overflowed out of her.

It took a while but when she finally finished crying she did feel better, bar the pounding headache and dripping nose. She grabbed a handful of tissues and tried to recover. Qrow rested a hand on her thigh to comfort her. He wished he could do more to help but he did still have an open wound. She looked tired and he asked when the last time she slept was.

"I've gotten a couple of hours in here and there. I've been staying in here actually. Partially waiting for you to wake up and partially because we don't have much money and I have a feeling we are going to need all of it to pay off these hospital bills and get us to Southport." Winter laid back in her chair and pulled up her knees to rest her head on. Qrow rolled his eyes when he realised that that is probably how she's slept this whole time.

"Come here." Qrow sighed. "This bed isn't big but you're pretty small, I'm sure we can get you to fit." Qrow turned on his good side and made some room.

Winter would normally put up a fight to protect her pride and image, but she was sore and exhausted. She laid down beside him, careful not to take up too much space. He pulled her closer to his chest, so that she wouldn't fall off of the side of the bed. She kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet up onto the bed. She was asleep almost as soon as her eyes closed. She was still focused on that faint heartbeat, and she eagerly drew closer to the source. Qrow smirked and put an arm around her to keep her still. He chuckled as she started to snore softly and he decided to rest a little longer and give his metabolism the boost it needed to finish off the poison. Besides, a man is allowed to sleep beside his wife, isn't he?