Jorge sat in the uncomfortable chair that overlooked Jaune's hospital bed. When Jaune Arc had turned up at a hospital with what appeared to be grenade fragments in his chest, three cracked ribs, and a very severe concussion they called the first person listed as his emergency contacts in his school records.

That happened to be Jorge. After Romerean died, he had himself placed on all of Romerean's children's emergency contact list. He was normally listed second, after their mother. But when he heard that Jaune ran away to be a hunter he had himself placed before her.

While he would joke that it was so that when he, like his father got hurt in some stupid way Jaune wouldn't have eight angry women after him. In all seriousness, it was so that if Jaune died his mother heard it from Jorge after he confirmed it. Not from some who lacked any manner of empathy. Yet here he was sitting in front of a boy who dove onto a live grenade to save a family of three.

He had already been contacted by Saint. And while he hated the man he appreciated the news. Saint told him that he gave Jaune Pius's gun and that he had unlocked his aura. Saint also said that he hadn't told Jaune about his aura, he said that was a "Jorge problem." This meant that Jaune had jumped on that grenade expecting to die.

Jorge would not be telling Jaune's mother about that. It was hard enough talking her out of hunting him down and dragging him back the moment she heard he was going to Vale. He saw that Jaune had begun to regain consciousness so he thought he should make his presence known. " morning sleeping beauty, did you enjoy your nap."

Jaune, not one to pass up and opening when he saw one said " shit, I've died and gone to Hell. I mean I would have hoped for Heaven, but if you're here then... Well" They both laughed at Jaune's joke. They both knew that there was no malice behind it. " Jorge " Jaune said " How am I alive? I jumped onto a live grenade. I should be dead." Jorge gave a small smile that was only really visible because his mustache moved in conjunction with his beard. " you will find out soon enough, I just stopped by so you could have a brief moment of respite before your world comes down around you."

Jorge saw concern flash across Jaune's face "why, did you tell them.?" Jaune clearly meant his mother and sisters. "No, but your girlfriend out in the hall, she looks ready to kill you something about stupid heroics."

Jorge fought the urge to smile when he saw Jaune's cheeks darken slightly. " Jorge, she is not my girlfriend, she is my bar fight buddy. That is all"

Jorge had to fight the urge to laugh at that. " Did you just say bar fight buddy.?"

"yeah" Jaune's response was fraught with worry "why?"

Jorge just shook his head " no reason, just a memory of another life. Whelp son it sucks to be you goodbye." with that Jorge opened the door to his room and looked into the hallway " okay blonde he's all yours try not to break him."

Jaune could feel the anger from his bed. And worse, he knew it wasn't flashing anger you can try to diffuse flashing anger. No this was cold anger.

when she walked into his room, he could see it in the way she walked that she was on a mission. She sat down beside his bed and looked him dead in the eye before the metaphorical floodgates opened and she began yelling " what the hell is wrong with you, I leave you alone for three minutes and you get robbed, almost shot and you jumped onto a live hand grenade. I mean seriously, what would have done if you arua hadn't been unlocked?"

Jaune gave her a confused response " my what?" he knew almost as soon as he said it that he had made a mistake.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ARUA IS." she yelled" WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED TO RAIN CHECK THAT BAR FIGHT YOU CAN'T FIGHT FOR A FEW DAYS." her anger had begun to subside " just try not to get hurt, okay." with that she left and he began the lengthy process of checking out. The bill had been settled by a third party.

Jaune guessed that it was the friends in high places again. Knowing that he wasn't getting a bar fight just yet, he made his way to Vale. He had been wandering Vale for several hours when he saw a small horde walk into a dust shop.

He was wondering about the fleet of men in suits and the man in the white overcoat when one of them got thrown through the window. He knew he shouldn't fight, but he had to do something. When a girl of about 15 years of age came out after them. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was the good guy.

Well, that is what he would tell her. He recognized one of the goons from the night club. He drew his weapon and began to walk into the battle. This was going to be a long night.