Weiss threw open the door to the mansion and huffed inside. Jaune knew how mad Weiss could get, but this, this seemed to be a whole different side of the girl he loved. Jaune just stood there in the living room, absorbing the anger that seemed to radiate from Weiss. Weiss walked about in her long blue evening gown, the swishing of its delicate fabric following her about, before she sat down on the long, ivory white couch with her head in her hands. Jaune moved over and sat beside her in an attempt to comfort her before being stopped.
"How?" She said quietly.
"What?" He asked.
"How. How are we going to keep this up much longer?" She finished.
"What do you mean Weiss?"
At that the Schnee got indignant and stood up wildly, almost shouting "I mean how long until someone finds out? How long until this isn't just between us anymore? How long until I have nothing of privacy left to enjoy? With them being here someone is going to find something and everything is going to be over Jaune! And I don't want that!" She said, stifling tears.
Weiss was in a flurry of confusion and anger at the moment, and nothing was going to stop her. "I am tired of my entire life being thrust into the public eye Jaune, I simply want this one thing, just this one thing to share between us, and no one else. My teammates finding out could be the end of all of this Jaune" She said sitting down "And I'm afraid of that" She sobbed, drawing Jaune in.
"Ice Queen, why are you worried about this? You really think your friends would just go berzerk about me and you dating? That's insane." He said, causing Weiss to draw her head up.
Jaune rubbed the small of her back whilst gently holding his hand in hers on the couch.
"Weiss, you fought with your team through life and death situations. You've faced countless challenges that other people, other lesser people, would have died from. These girls, that team, is your family. I'd expect you to trust them with this much more than anyone else in the world." He finished.
"But what about-" She said
"What about nothing" Jaune cut her off. "We will burn those bridges when we get there, and until then you can put away the lighter."
"Do you really think our friends would sell us out for a few laughs?" He asked, tilting her head up.
"Obviously not." She said in stifled sobs.
"Good, then there's nothing to worry about. If you trust them and they trust you, then there's nothing to fear" He said deliberately emphasizing the words.
"Listen" He said, placing a hand delicately on her cheek "When the time comes, and it will, we will tell them. Together. Ok?" He finished, driving home the point by kissing her cheek.
"Ok, together." She said blushing.
"Good" He said "Now, I've got a friend to see" And Jaune got up, preparing to walk out the door with Weiss following him.
Jaune noticed the girl "Don't you have some extra rooms to be finding?" He asked.
"I'll burn those bridges when I get there" She replied, taking his arm and walking out with him towards the hospital, grabbing her jacket on the way out.
Jaune always found the stroll to the hospital peaceful. It was like the calm before a storm, the storm of memories reminding himself how he had failed so many years ago to protect her. Even though he had been lectured countless times he still blamed himself for not fighting harder for her. For not searching harder. For everything.
But this time was different. He'd been thinking about what Weiss had said. How much longer could they actually keep this up? Who would find them out? The bigger question was how. They had both been so careful to cover their tracks, from the separate beds, to the distancing between each other, to not even telling their families about their love. Well almost no family. He knew Weiss was very cautious about who to trust with secrets, her only trusted close company being Klein who had practically raised the girl. Jaune kept up his act as the fool to make it seem he didn't know about Weiss's secret confidant. Jaune's confidant was an entirely different story. Jaune's confidant was currently in a coma in Atlas Memorial Hospital. Even from his early days at Beacon he'd trusted no one with the secret of his relationship, except for the girl that had once sought after her own love for him.
Jaune had felt terrible for this. Only after the fall of Beacon had Jaune actually found out how the girl felt about him, revealing her feelings in full in one last message before she faced Cinder, thinking she was to die. Even after she had been presumed dead, the thought still weighed on his mind. For now he had to push this to the back of his mind in order to keep his sanity with the thought of the upcoming week.
Finding that him and Weiss had abruptly stopped he realized they had finally made it to the hospital. Just like with most Atlesian buildings, it's stark whiteness perturbed Jaune, the sky scraper shaping of the roof reminding Jaune of its rather large size. The hospitals only distinguishing feature being the the bright red cross adorning the sideof the hospital just below the spires beginning, was a nice change of color from the rest of the 10 story building. From the outside Jaune could already make out which of the windows belonged to the many rooms of the rather broad building he was planning on visiting.
Jaune felt his arm being tugged slightly.
"You ready?" She asked.
"I've been ready" He said.
Making their way inside they strolled to the elevator and pressed the button to the highest floor, more commonly known as the intensive care unit ward. The floors had been divided by severity of injury. Bumps and bruises went to the lower floors, those requiring surgery went to the mid level flooring, and intensive care was relegated to the top floors. Being thrown into a coma after being a conduit for a Maidens stolen power certainly seemed worthy of intensive care to him. Arriving at the floor and stepping out they were greeted at the receptionists desk for the floor and a small waiting room.
"Hi, we're here for Miss Nikos" Jaune said, walking up to the counter.
"Milo or Akou?" The receptionist questioned back.
"Crocea Mors" Jaune replied back, being given the okay to proceed ahead as the girl behind the counter re holstered the pistol under her desk. Jaune had imagined Pyrrha would make some enemies after ruining Salems plans to overthrow Remnant. In that case he had devised security measures, put in place to help deter and or kill, any would be imposters trying to seek revenge for Salem or her organization. These same security measures had deterred one or two crazed fans seeking a private audience as well.
Walking to the end of the of the hallway and turning left, Jaune faced the wooden door and took a deep breath, turning the knob.