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Chapter 2.
"Hahahaha, oh, Blake!"
"Can it, Yang..." Blake muttered in a rare show of grumpiness.
"I can't help it!" Her partner was still laughing. "I can't believe you actually thought Weiss was going to die!"
"Well, what was I supposed to think?" Blake barked.
It was later that same night, and the members of team RWBY sat in a room of the infirmary wing. Weiss was confined to the bed for another three days to replenish her strength and aura; had she not had such an impress amount of both, things might have turned out differently.
"You know Weiss is over dramatic about everything," Yang continued. "And apparently that doesn't exclude bleeding."
"Oh, put a sock in it!" Weiss join Blake in her efforts to silence the blonde. "Some of us are trying to get some rest here!" She was propped up against the back of the bed, dressed in white hospital robes with her hair down.
"Besides," Blake added from where she sat at her partner's bedside. "Ruby was the one having a panic attack all the way back."
"Well what was I supposed to do?!" Ruby wailed from where she sat on Weiss' other side. "I didn't know Weiss could bleed an extra pint of blood more than the average person and still be okay!"
"Are you saying you weren't worried, Yang?" Blake shot back at her partner who was standing beside her.
"Of course I was!" She sounded offended. "But I could tell she was going to be okay. I just thought it was kinda funny how you two kept freaking out even after the professionals told you."
"Hilarious." Blake rolled her eyes, still pouting.
"Well, I did tell you I wasn't going to die, didn't I?" Weiss flicked her gaze over to Blake. "Do you mean to tell me you didn't trust me enough to believe me?"
"Of course that's not it!" Blake hastily tried to defend herself. "It's just, you were saying such fatalistic things and I-"
"Calm down." Weiss suppressed a laugh of her own. "I was only teasing."
"Weiss... teasing?" Ruby was incredulous.
Blake snorted.
"Why do you all gain such pleasure from making me worry?"
"Okay," Weiss caved. "I admit that I might not have been thinking very clearly at the time, an that my word choice may have proven to be slightly misleading." Blake gave her a pouting glare. Weiss cleared her throat and went on. "But like Yang said, everyone was telling you all along I'd be fine, right?"
"...I guess..." Blake muttered.
"And," Weiss continued. "Let me just say that I'm thankful to you for not clinging to me so much when I woke up that my wound reopened." Here, she sent a stern look toward Ruby.
"I said I was sorry!" she wailed.
"Again, Red. Teasing," Weiss chuckled. "It wasn't that bad..."
"Ugh! Why do you bleed about everything, Weiss?"
"Excuse me? I'll have you that my skin is..."
As the pair went off on their routine of harmless bickering, Yang sat down in the vacant chair beside Blake's.
"All teasing aside," she murmured. "You were still unconscious at the time, so you wouldn't know, but I was there when they'd just woken Weiss up. Do you know what the first thing out of her mouth was?"
Blake was silent.
Yang smirked as she continued. "She asked, 'Where's Blake? Is she alright? I could tell she had a nasty migraine.' She started talking even before she opened her eyes. And when the staff told her they had taken priority to treat her wounds first, she lashed out at them. 'You imbeciles! Go treat her at once!' And she sent a good amount of them scurrying off."
Blake was silent for a moment as she gazed at the heiress from the side as she lectured Ruby. For some reason, Blake could not tear her gaze away from the scar above he left eye.
"Be honest with me," she whispered to Yang. "Was she really okay the entire time?"
The slight pause Yang gave was enough to tell Blake her suspicions had been correct.
"She was in pretty bad shape by the time the medics arrived," she confessed. "She'd lost a lot of blood. Her heart almost stopped once." Blake tensed as she sucked in a sharp breath before Yang continued. "But after that, it was clear she was really going to be okay."
Yang raised her voice just a little bit to alleviate the heavy atmosphere that had fallen for a moment. "They didn't expect her to be awake for a least another day, but here we are."
Blake could hear the affectionate smile in Yang's voice as she watched the heiress chew out her pitiful sister. Ruby was pouting now with her cheeks puffed out, but thankfully Weiss directed her attention away from her.
"And you two." She looked toward Blake and Yang. "Just what are you even doing over there, whispering together? You'd better not be planning anything funny like some stupid surprise party for when I get discharged."
Blake heard Yang mumble, "Oh, good idea!" ever so quietly before she raised her voice in reply. "Of course not, princess. Why don't you stop with the long-winded speeches and get some rest like you're supposed to?"
"Well I've got to make sure none of you are misunderstanding anything."
"Oh, we understand," Yang nodded. "We understand we'll have to start training without you for the tournament."
That silenced the heiress for a while.
It was about an hour later when they were told they had to leave Weiss for the night.
"Ugh, how am I supposed to sleep in here tonight?" she huffed.
"Well, at least you won't have to worry about my bed falling on top of you!" Ruby offered.
"No!" Weiss groaned. "I can't stand this open ceiling! It's too wide! And how am I supposed to sleep in such utter silence after growing accustomed to Yang's snoring? And then there's the matter of all the lights being out. How am I supposed to adjust myself to sleep without Blake's light on when she reads before bed?" She was clearly in distress about it all.
"Oh... Sorry, Weiss." Ruby stood as she frowned, also not particularly liking the idea of leaving her. "We're just gonna have to bear with it for the next few days. All the more reason for you to get better!" She patted her partner's shoulder lightly. Weiss gave a little grunt of contempt, however apparently Ruby interpreted it different. "Oh my god, did I reopen your wound again?"
Weiss had to hold back a chuckle.
"Yes, Red. Your fingers on my shoulder is basically equivalent to twisting a knife into my stomach right now."
"Oh my god, let me call for someone!" Ruby shrieked.
"Ruby! Kidding!" Weiss said quickly.
This caused another short bout of squabbling between the two, during which time Yang stood and helped Blake up as well. Her searing headache had died down, but her bruised ribs still called for some support. Yang gathered her sister before calling back to Weiss over her shoulder.
"Well, goodnight, princess!" Weiss still looked incredibly unhappy about the notion of sleeping alone, but she replied nonetheless with a grumpy "goodnight."
"Wait." Blake stopped Yang just before she could lead her out. Slipping away from her partner, Blake made her way back to Weiss, staggering slightly.
"What are you doing?" Weiss gasped. "Don't try to walk by yourself, you'll-"
"Weiss," Blake stopped her. "I never got the chance to say it before... but thank you."
Golden eyes met with mist-blue for a moment.
"You dummy." Weiss sighed as she looked up at the drooping ears atop the other girl's head. "I told you, we're teammates. It was only natural. There's no need to thank me." She watched as Blake's ears perked up. "Now off with you. I'll only rest if you promise do to the same."
She waved her had dismissively and shooed Blake back toward Yang.
Blake smiled back. "Of course."
A/N: I like writing the angst, but it's always nice to have a happy alternate ending.
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