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Ruby POV

Tentatively opening my eyes, I immediately snapped them shut them again. A groan of pain escaped my lips as the merciful grogginess of post sleep was shattered by the not so merciful offending white light that had previously assaulted my eyes. I was dropped somewhat unceremoniously from the mothering arms of sleep; the harsh reality of which those arms had protected me from didn't spare a second in clutching my heart in its iron grip, causing my body to snap to attention and my eyes to burst open and mimic those of a deer caught in headlights. One word played on repeat through my brain, like a broken record. Weiss.

I hastily took in my surroundings; Yang slumped on one of the hard plastic hospital chairs, snoring softly with drool creeping its way down her chin. One arm seemed to hang at an odd and painful looking angle, but the other was wrapped protectively around the sleeping form of Blake, whose upper body was curled into Yang's lap, using her strong thigh muscles as a pillow, but her lower body suffering the unfortunately unavoidable pain of the plastic hospital chairs. It was only once I was sure my teammates were safe that I began to scan the other aspects of my surroundings: the bland, whitewash decor of the hospital waiting room, the smell of cleaning fluid intermingled with a tinge of sweat and stale coffee, and the groggy or sleeping state of other victims who were suffering from the pain of an all-nighter on the painful plastic chairs.

As I did this, the memories of the day before assaulted my vision, each a blow to my already worry-beaten body. The panic as I scooped Weiss up bridal style was all consuming and due to my semblance being faster than any ambulance, my resolve to run as fast as my semblance would allow me to Vale hospital with Weiss cocooned in my arms was undisputed by the other members of my team. The blur of unshed tears of worry, Weiss was ripped out of my arms, quickly disappearing into a sea of white coated doctors, leaving me with nothing but the guilt of not noticing that something was so terribly wrong, sooner. The image of Yang arriving on Bumblebee a few minutes later with Blake perched behind her was the last thing my mind seemed to recall. Then nothing... I could remember nothing but the anxiety and fear that took my heart hostage and barred all else... That is until our names were finally called.
"Team RWBY?" We all shot to attention as though we had been struck by lightning. Even Yang. Who, let's just say, requires the smell of breakfast to even make a dent in her will to continue her slumber.

"Follow me." We followed the white clad nurse along another whitewashed corridor into what looked like an office. My attention was immediately grabbed by the only unfamiliar figure in the room. A man with grey, and slightly balding hair and a permanent look of worry etched onto his face as he paced nervously in front of us, seemingly unaware of our presence. Unaware that is, until the nurse who led us there, Nurse Llanberis I think her name was, cleared her throat in a manner loud enough to gain his attention. His obsidian eyes immediately lost their glazed look and instead focused on us with an extremely sombre look, which took the place of his previously zoned out one, which I was unsure whether I preferred or not.
"Please take a seat." I glanced at my other two team members with growing apprehension, as though to check they hadn't vanished while my attention had been elsewhere; before taking charge and leading them over to the three chairs in front of the desk and sitting down as Dr Olden -as written on his name tag- followed suit.

"Now, I will get straight to it, as there really is no time to waste." He took a deep breath, steeling himself for an oncoming onslaught as I did the same internally. "It appears your friend, Miss Schnee, has put herself in a self-induced coma." Shock. That was all I could register on the faces of my teammates, but not the only emotion I could register within myself. The Doctor, who had paused to allow the information to sink in, straightened his jacket as he leaned forward to rest his forearms against the desk surface, fingers interlocked and compassion glimmering in dark eyes. "Although rare, there have been a number cases with striking similarities to Miss Schnee's current condition, in which a patient has shut down their body into a comatose state. It is believed that this to protect it from a memory that the person's mind has deemed too traumatic to remember." I shook my head, trying to wake myself up from what must be a horrible dream, a nightmare, but upon having no success, I found myself staring into the doctors pitying eyes and clutching Yang's visibly shaking hand under the desk as though it were my only lifeline.

"However, cases like this have only ever been seen in seasoned hunters and huntresses who have had many years' worth of battles and traumatising experiences." Doctor Oldan spoke as if educating us of a historic event, just like a teacher back at Beacon. "Never has one so young suffered from Memory Shutdown Disorder." I struggled to regain my ability to breathe, fear creeping its way into my panic filled heart. What if I never saw her again? What if she never yelled at me again? What if… what if she never woke up? All these thoughts ran through my head before they were replaced by one feeling. Determination, fiercer than that I had ever felt before, fuelled by my need to save Weiss. That, or she would never know how we all felt about her, that despite occasional whining and ranting we loved her… I loved her. She had to know.

I slowly stood my fiery silver eyes boring down into the nervous obsidian eyes opposite me. "What can be done to wake her?" The steel in my voice resounded throughout the room as my teammates followed my lead with equal looks of determination set on both their faces. The doctor took a deep breath before standing and gesturing for us to follow him, he led us at a brisk pace down yet another corridor that looked identical to every other we had already strolled through. It was only then he began his answer to my question.

"There is a new solution, a new treatment as such, that has been released in the medical industry, on a strictly need-to-know basis. It's never been tested before, on account of this condition being so rare, but right now, it's our only hope." He turned a corner before continuing his explanation "The comatose state of Memory Shutdown Disorder allows the mind to put up barriers against all those deemed a threatening presence, meaning that only those not deemed a threat will be allowed to access the mind… " The doctor stopped at a door, punching a pass code into a pad, then allowing his eye to be scanned before the doors opened and we were led through "This is where you come in." He flashed a look over to the remaining three members of Team RWBY, before leading us over to a pale figure almost camouflaged in a bed with sheets that struggled to meet her deathly pallor. She looked more fragile than I'd ever seen her.
"Weiss" I whispered her name is though it would call her back to me. To all of us.

The doctor turned to face us blocking my view of her, "This new Dust Power technology allows one's consciousness access into another's." When he was met by both Yang's and my blank looks, Blake's eye roll at our stupidity almost going completely unnoticed, he sighed and tried again. "In other words, it will allow you to travel through Miss Schnee's mind." Met by a chorus of "Oh's" from Yang and I, and yet another eye roll from Blake, Doctor Olden shook his head resignedly, averting his vision to assess his patient once more.

"So, how do we bring her back?" The atmosphere again turned serious as I asked exactly what we had all been wondering since the moment we entered the office.
"Your task is simple," Doctor Olden explained, "You must go through Miss Schnee's memories until you find the one that her body is trying to defend her against. You'll know which one this is, as there will be two Miss Schnee's present in this memory; one with a shimmer that will surround all the people in her memories and one without the shimmer that represents her consciousness." When he was met again with two matching sets of blank looks he elaborated "The one that does not shimmer is Miss Schnee."
"Understood." We both chorused, anxious to save our teammate while Blake huffed at yet another setback.

"However," The doctor took on a look of grave solemnity. "If you do not find Miss Schnee within 24 hours, then you will remain trapped within her mind. You'll be unable to return to your bodies, as they cannot survive without a consciousness for more than 24 hours." Surprise again washed over our faces at the drop of another bombshell, before the same look of determination made its appearance. "Do you wish to take this risk?"
I answered his question by stepping into the glowing circle of dust that the hospital staff has already taken great care in setting up perfectly. I was quickly followed by the equally unwavering strides of my other two teammates until we all stood within the circle.
"Very well." Doctor Olden murmured. "You have 24 hours. Good luck." I took one last look at Weiss's emaciated frame before the light or a thousand suns smothered my vision.

We will find you Weiss…

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