I'm sorry about the late chapter but life has been hitting me like a train. There is so much with school and now there's a chance my dog might be put down on Saturday. It's just been a lot.

Although now my new favorite headcanon is that Zwei is a therapy dog trained by Summer. Does it make sense time wise? No, but since when does logic matter on Remnant?

Not going to lie though, this is also written in honor of my dog CJ. He's much to big to be a lap dog, but he would if he could. He is just literally the best companion a person can have. I pray he isn't as badly injured as we think he is.

Yang woke up with a scream dying in her throat. Her sheets were damp with sweat, as was her skin. She moved to wipe her forehead, only to realize that the arm she had tried to lift wasn't quite there anymore. With a sigh, she raised her other arm to wipe the thin layer of liquid off her face.

She didn't remember what exactly she had been dreaming about. It was all just a blur of swords and shadows, screams and whimpers rising and fading in darkness. Still, Yang couldn't quite calm the panic rushing through her veins. Her blankets felt like an iron clad trap. Too close and too suffocating for her to breathe right.

Yang leapt from bed, clawing her blankets off. Her nightgown was old, a little too small and thin to completely block out the night chills. Yang shivered, but decided that the bite in the air was better than going back to sleep right now.

As she walked out to the living room though, the sleeve of her nightgown fell, the strap slipping past the stump of her arm. Rolling her eyes, Yang shoved it back onto her shoulder. Just another annoyance she had to deal with. The list was steadily growing as Yang became more active.

She didn't go into the fridge, knowing that it would only bring Zwei, dad on his heels. And the last thing Yang wanted right now was some cheesy pep talk. Yang appreciated what her dad was trying to do, but he wasn't the one missing an arm. Instead, Yang plopped down onto the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest.

The winter temperatures didn't suddenly vanish, but Yang's shivers died down as she got more accustomed and more awake. She almost felt okay again, then something howled in the distance, and the overwhelming fear was back. She could barely breathe, more gasping for air than anything else. Her hands scratched uselessly at the couch cushions, trying in vain to find something to grip onto. Her vision clouded over, narrowing until only the tiniest glimmer of light is visible. There was a rushing sound by her ears. It was only too reminiscent of Adam's sword.

There was nothing here. There were no grimm that live nearby. There were no bandit gangs on Patch. There was no White Fang. No Adam.

But no Ruby. No Beacon. No team. No friends.

Something warm and soft settled in her lap, and Yang's first instinct is to try and chuck it across the room. But before she could, a soft tongue lapped at her face, and she distantly recognized the thing for what it really was, Zwei.

Yang still couldn't breathe right, and Zwei wasn't helping in that regards, but her hands had something to work with now. Yang threaded her hands in and out of Zwei's fur, a bit of the blackness once blocking her vision creeping back.

Yang didn't know how long Zwei sat with her, just pliant warmth and comfort in her arms. She only knew that he waited by her side until the terror was long gone, and only exhaustion remained.

All Yang knew before sleep took over her again was the warm comfort of Zwei's fur as he snuggled close to her.

When Tai came out a few moments later, he stopped his worry as he took in Yang's curled form. She was laying on the couch, Zwei tucked into her chest.

Zwei perked up when he saw Tai, but Tai waved his hand. "Just stay there boy. She needs you more than I do."

Zwei laid his head down, and Tai smiled. It didn't take much detective work to guess what had happened, Yang's frazzled hair and position told him everything he needed to know. Still drowsy himself, Tai absentmindedly grabbed a spare blanket and draped it over Yang and Zwei. Before going back to his room, Tai made one last comment.

"Summer trained you well, didn't she Zwei?"