Recovery

Awaking yet again in the hospital room, Liam decided to stretch his back out. The pops and cracks that echoed out into the hall made the nurses flinch. For the past three months Liam has been in the recovery room. He has yet to be able to stand. Today he felt was the day he would try. The doctors hadn't told him the extent of his injuries and he had yet to see them. It hurt every muscle in his body but Liam was able to sit up. The doctors said he still had about a month before he could stand.

Now on his feet Liam began to slowly shuffle over to the mirror that was supported by the far side of the room's wall. Once he was close enough he began to examine the extent of his injuries.

A soon as he saw himself his eyes began to bulge out of his head in disbelief. He saw the scar that now ran down from his hairline all the way through his eye and his lip, finally ending at his chin. His vision was not impaired by the cut but he would still be cursed by the retched thing. He then stripped of his hospital gown and began to examine the rest of his body.

Eight gunshot wounds in total, two in each leg around the thigh and calf muscle. Three others in his stomach piercing all the way through and the last in his right bicep. He had a little more than a hundred slash scars and two deep puncture wounds. It then dawned on him that he must have looked like a dead man walking when he got into the dust plane. He then jumped at the scream of a nurse from behind him.

"Please get your gown back on and get into bed, you aren't supposed to be up for another month. She screamed.

"Alright, but may I ask, can you get me a scroll I have something I must take care of." Liam said. "Yes, I will get you the scroll, but please rest." Demanded the nurse.

An hour later the scroll was in front of Liam and he was typing away. He was in the middle of filling out his application to Beacon, when a man in a formal military uniform came in. He carried three things, one being Liam's sword, and another being all his gear. In the last bag he could make stalks of lien.

The man placed them next to his bed and left without saying a word. Liam then continued to fill out his application to the school. Once he was done he sent it to the school's email, along with his record and a list of references.

Nearly three days later he received an email from the school. They need to have a one on one talk with him before he could enter the school as a student. He then sent another email explaining his circumstances and said that if they wanted one immediately that they would have to come to the hospital he was at.

The next day he received an email explaining that the Head Master and his assistant would be arriving in two days for the talk. Liam then began to finally feel happy for the first time since his brother's death.

Two days later a knock came to the door. He had asked the nurses to change him into his class A uniform. He had pinned two Mistral veteran pins to each collar. His hair had grown in length from the buzz-cut he had before and it was now parted to the side.

"Come in." Liam said with his still somewhat raspy voice.

A man with silver hair walked in and was wearing a green suit. Followed by the man was a blond haired woman, who was clearly younger than him.

"Hello are you Liam Sokin?" asked the silver haired man.

"Yes, and you must be the Head Master. May I know what you and your friend's names are?"

" Ah yes, my name is Professor Ozpin, and this is my co-worker Professor Goodwitch. We have read over your files, what wasn't blacked out, and we want to see if your mental state is intact. We both know that being in the military and experiencing combat takes its toll on a soldier. But being so young and doing it increases your chance of having PTSD." Stated Ozpin.

"I see" said Liam.

The next two hours consisted of Ozpin asking questions on what I would do in a situation or what would make me really angry. I answered them as truthfully as I could and Professor Goodwitch would write something in a notepad she had brought. After another three hours Ozpin stood up. He then looked at me with sad eyes.

"I am sorry but I have to diagnose you with PTSD. But I believe that you will be able to recover mentally not completely but it is still a start. So I would like to ask you if you would want to go to my school?" Said Ozpin.

"I am honored, so yes I would love to attend your school." I said.

"Great, all you have to do now is get well and as soon as you have recovered you can join my school at any time."

"Thank you sir, and thank you to maim." I said.

"It would be our pleasure to have you, now get well soon and we bid you goodbye." With that Ozpin and Goodwitch left the room.

'They are good people' I thought as I called for the nurse. The nurse came in and changed Liam. After that he fell asleep.

Three Months later on Liam's Sixteenth birthday

Liam now on a dust plane to Beacon began to go through his gear. He had his weapon and was now changed into a black pair of dress pants, with a tucked in dark blue collared dress shirt with a black tie. He was wearing a pair of black suspenders that were hooked into a duel chest holster. Filling the holster were two recovered desert eagles that belonged to his deceased brother. As the dust plane began to descend he put on his black suit jacket. He had this all custom tailored to have a bullet proof vest underneath both his shirt and jacket. His custom long sword was now strapped on his back by a sling.

When the dust plane landed he grabbed a sack, which had all his money and personal items, and didn't bother to put it on so he just carried it with his hand. He was met after departing the dust plane by a girl who seemed very young to be attending Beacon.

"Hey I'm Ruby Rose; it's nice to meet you. I'm here to take you to Ozpins office, so if you would just follow me." Said the girl as she began to walk away, signaling for me to follow.

Authors Note: Hey guys, so I plan to continue this story for a while, and I would really like to hear some feed back. This is my first Fan Fiction and I plan on doing better and better but I need your help to give me some writing advice. Please review for it will help me more than anyone could know. If you want to give me some input just review or send me a PM. As long as people read this I will continue.

-Flint-Coal