AN: Hey everyone, I knew I said this would be a one-shot, but I couldn't help myself. Enjoy
Blake eased herself back onto the starchy hospital bed after getting a glass of water. She took a long sip and brought her gaze to the adjacent white bed. This is the second day the partners have been in the hospital and the fanus's growing worry over the golden haired girl sunk her heart into an anxious flutter. There were too many wires hanging from Yang, too many monitors and rhythmic beeps of stabilizers. Blake longed to see Yang's lilac eyes peek out at the world again; she hadn't awaken since that night...
After the mismatch group of students had weaved their way through the rubble, they arrived at the makeshift base created in Beacon's main hall. Fortunately, the area was well staffed and the two girls were immediately taken from the group, ushered to the hospital beds. Yang was wheeled into the improvised operating room, nurses and doctors rushed to administer an IV and measure her pulse.
Team SSSN, Flynnt, Neon, and Team CFVY darted after they knew the girls were taken care of. They wanted to get back into action and continue taking down grimm. For Blake, for Yang, they thought, exiting the main hall with a new fire in their hearts. Weiss stayed behind.
"Are you going to be okay?" the heiress had asked, knowing it was a useless question as soon as she said it. She fumbled with Myrtenaster, the hilt digging into her calloused palm. Of course Blake wasn't, she was stabbed by an old partner and watched her current one almost die; who would blame her?
A nurse started closing the wound on the injured girl's stomach, sanitizing and stitching the laceration. The white haired girl bit the inside of her cheek as Blake winced, the red gash in her side screaming angrily at the teammates. Weiss shifted towards Blake and squeezed the hand nearest to her. Blake glanced up at her in a silent thank you as the pain slightly lessened on her face.
"I don't know." Blake finally answered after the nurse left, able to take a shaky breath. "I don't know if I'll ever be okay if…" The dark haired girl sank her gaze down to her lap, her fingers twitched slightly in the other girl's grasp. Weiss didn't need the girl to finish to understand what she was implying, she could practically see the dark clouds storming on the other girl's face. Weiss sighed and brought her eyes to the doorway, the last place they saw Yang being wheeled out.
"She'll make it through," Weiss reassured. "She always has." Blake nodded curtly and squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out more tears, remembering every fight she'd seen Yang endure and tried to use Weiss's words to reassure herself. The girl forced out the intruding thoughts of the other night, forced away the blame on herself and swallowed the rest. Weiss broke her hand away from Blake's grasp to instead rest it on her upper back, rubbing small circles there.
"You need to rest." Weiss said after a few moments, gently pushing Blake down on the mattress. Blake thankfully complied, not realizing how exhausted she was. "I need to go find Ruby. I need to know that she's okay…" Weiss stated, gripping her weapon's hilt even harder than she was before.
"It's okay to admit that you love her, Weiss." Blake said in a comforting voice, watching the heiress battle with herself. Weiss looked at the other girl with a bashful look, the tips of her ears turning red at the confrontation.
"I…" Weiss started, wanting to deny what Blake told her. But she's right, there's no point in hiding it in a time like this. Weiss shook the denial away and gave the fanus a sure nod. She patted Blake on the shoulder one more time and turned to leave the room, "Call me if there's an update on Yang."
"I will. Stay safe, Weiss." Blake tried to keep her voice steady, she refused to think that this might be the last time she'd see the smaller girl. "Kill some Grimm for me, and for Yang."
Weiss nodded again and ducked out of the room before Blake could see the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Blake was brought back to the present by a groan from the other occupied bed in the hospital room. Setting the glass of water gently down on the bedside table, as not to startle the girl, she softly walked over to Yang's bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, choosing Yang's right side. The fanus soothingly pushed golden hair off the other girl's forehead, gently bringing the girl awake. Lilac eyes fluttered open for the first time in two days. Blake's heart exploded in movement, as if it had stopped since last seeing Yang awake. Forcing herself to remain calm, Blake moved her ministrations down to cup the other girl's cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin there. "Hey there, hero." She purred, making the situation light while at the same time, bringing up Yang's confidence.
"Bl-Blake." Yang rasped out, throat thick from lack of use. Blake reached over Yang, grasped the glass of water and wrapped the brawler's hand around it in a silent request to drink. Yang obeyed and returned the glass after she was satisfied.
The golden haired girl knew as soon as she woke up that she was in some kind of medic unit. She felt so tired though, it was like she couldn't feel anything. She gazed tiredly up at the girl who she'd do anything for, relishing in her gaze that was meant just for her. She could get lost in those golden orbs, the ones she'd never thought she'd see again after… She was so scared. She barely remembered what happened, only seeing Blake getting stabbed by that...thing, through the redness in her eyes. Yang titled her head to the side to look at the bandage around her partner's exposed stomach, wrapped up between her sports bra and shorts. "Blake," Yang continued, voice back to her normal octave, "Are you okay?"
"Yang… I'm fine, thank you." Blake took a shaky breath, keeping her eye contact with Yang, refusing to look at her stump of an arm under the thick hospital blankets. She fidgeted around, grabbing at the stiff sheets, growing very anxious. "I should be asking you that. How do you feel?"
"I'm just tired." the golden haired beauty sighed, wanting to close her eyes again but forcing them open in need of the company before her. She needed Blake there more than anything. She shifted slightly to make herself more comfortable on the inflexible mattress. Yang froze. She felt off.
Blake noticing this, prepared herself for the worse. She raised both of her hands to gently grasp Yang's shoulders and started caressing the hardened muscles there. She could see the gasp ghosting on the other girl's parted lips and her eyes wide with unspoken shock. Blake directed Yang's attention to herself, locking eyes with the girl before speaking, "Yang, please listen to me and remain calm, it'll be okay."
Yang wasn't quite sure what was happening. She knew something was wrong with her body but she didn't have the courage or the stomach to look away from her partner to find out. She harshly gulped and nodded at Blake, putting all her trust into the girl in front of her.
Blake sighed and decided just to get it over with, dragging it out will only make it worse. "Yang, when charged at Adam, you lost… he… " Blake choked. Yang stared up at her with the widest eyes she'd ever seen on the girl. Lilac held bouts of fear and alarm as her lip quivered, already sensing what was happening. Blake ran her hand down Yang's right shoulder, softly brushing the skin and massaging circles, "You lost your arm, Yang."
Yang sucked in the largest breath, all the air whooshing into her lungs almost making her wheeze and grabbed at the space where her arm was supposed to be. Yang let out a gargled sob, voice cracking as the tears began to cascade down her cheeks. She refused to look at the swollen stump that used to be her arm, instead harshly curling into a ball before letting out hoarse cries, chest heaving. Blake's heart immediately ticked with fear. She pulled herself completely onto Yang's bed and wrapped herself around the trembling girl.
"Yang, honey," the fanus purred into the brawler's ear, nuzzling her nose into the soft tresses, trying to calm the girl with her own steady breaths, "I know this is going to be hard, but I am here for you. I am so, so glad you are here with me right now."
Yang pulled her face away from Blake's chest and glanced up into watery eyes, finding solace there. She sniffed once and choked out, "Blake I… I'm so scared." Yang darted her head back into the other girl's soft chest, soaking her sports bra with her tears. She grabbed onto the fabric with the only limb she could. She continued her heaving sobs into the dark haired girl until they subsided into soft sighs. Yang dared to look up at Blake again.
Blake met Yang's eyes once more, her own growing soft at the emotion she saw there. Yang looked so young, so lost and childlike; unlike her usual demeanor. Blake's bottom lip trembled at the sight and she couldn't help but press a warm kiss to Yang's cheek, right below her eye. She lingered there for a moment, taking in the brawler's warm scent. Blake gathered up all the courage she could muster. Now was a better time than any. She didn't know if Yang would ever forgive her for what she brought upon her partner, but she figured this would be a start. "I love you, Yang. I was so scared I was going to lose you. I was scared I was never going to have a chance to tell you."
Yang opened her eyes again when Blake broke contact. She shifted up to place her forehead against the darker haired girl and deeply inhaled. Through another trembling breath she uttered, "I love you too, Blake." Yang nuzzled her nose into Blake's cheek, "You saved me. I would do it all over again if it meant you would be safe."
Blake leaned down and captured the other girl's soft lips in her own, relishing in the warm and security she found there through the tears. Fear rushing through her, she was about to break away before Yang kissed her back with all the strength she had left. Both huntresses tears mingled with the taste of each other's lips. Breaking away, Blake rested her forehead against Yang's again, kissing her brawler's nose.
"We saved each other, Yang."