Sorry for the delay! I just adopted a puppy and she has been taking a lot of my time! If you want to look, I posted a picture on my tumblr (same username). Thankfully, I had written ahead! This chapter is short, but hopefully things return to almost normal soon. Also, I know some of you don't like Weiss; don't hate her! She's good, I swear!
Blake realized her mistake too late. She had seen a small opening and thought that she could take down one of the creatures while still having enough time to block the second, but the Elderwolves were much, much quicker than she remembered. As the Elderwolf in front of her began to crumple, she could see the giant claw of the remaining creature hurtling towards her neck out of her peripheral vision.
The next second, she felt something heavy crash into her side, knocking her violently off her feet and to the ground. Blake looked up in confusion as she tried to gather the breath that had just been knocked out of her lungs. Realization dawned on her when she saw Yang climbing back to her feet, clutching her right shoulder. If Blake had been able to breathe, she would have gasped when she saw the blood running through the girl's fingers from four large gashes.
The remaining creature was pacing in front of them slowly, trying to decide the best way to attack the weakened girls. Yang planted herself in between the Elderwolf and Blake like a shield; her aura blazing. Her entire body seemed to be engulfed in a single ball of flame at this point; the heat radiating from her was almost unbearable. The message was clear: the creature would have to go through her first.
Air finally returned to Blake's lungs just as the creature charged at Yang. She quickly got to her feet as Yang spun around the first attack, leaving Blake a clear line of vision on the creature as it tried to spin around and find Yang again. Gambol Shroud quickly found its way around the creature's neck as she yanked it face first into the ground. The next instant, Yang was on top of it, leveling the finishing blows.
A sigh of relief escaped Blake's lips, until she saw the state that Yang was in. The wounds in Yang's shoulder were bleeding freely, staining her brown vest in a much darker, shiny hue. Yang was holding a hand to her shoulder in an attempt to stem the blood loss, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. She needed medical attention.
Blake quickly removed her scarf and rushed over to Yang. She pulled the girl's hand away from the wounds and wrapped her shoulder up as tightly as possible with the material, hoping that it would slow the bleeding at least a little bit.
"Yang, we need to get you to a doctor."
Yang only grinned at Blake in response as she replied, "You mean that we need to get me home!" At that, the blonde hair girl began jogging lightly in the direction they had come from.
Blinking in confusion, she hastily followed Yang. Blake spoke again, her voice rushing out as she became more and more worried.
"You need medical attention!"
"Exactly!" Yang exclaimed happily. "And who better to provide it than my very own little sister?"
Blake couldn't figure out for the life of her how Yang was so calm and jovial when she had what appeared to be serious injuries, but hoped that Yang knew what she was doing. Besides, the house wasn't far away and Blake had no idea where the nearest hospital actually was. She let Yang set the pace as they trotted towards their home, feeling increasingly concerned as she saw that the wound was still bleeding.
No longer able to stem the panic that was bursting inside of her, Blake finally said something.
"Yang, I'll carry you the rest of the way. Climb on my back."
The girl looked at her dubiously as she continued jogging.
"I can make it myself," she said stubbornly.
"Yes, I know you can…" Blake began delicately, not wanting to bruise the girl's ego. "But it would make me feel a lot better if you let me."
The girl finally acquiesced and did as Blake had ordered. Blake buckled slightly when Yang wrapped her legs around her waist and one arm tightly around her neck. The girl was little heavier than she had expected, but she set off at a pace that had her muscles screaming in no time.
She certainly hoped that Ruby would be at home.
She stumbled up the steps to the mansion, nearly tripping over the last stair in her haste. Thankfully, the front door was unlocked, so she burst in yelling frantically, "Ruby! Ruby, come quick, Yang is hurt!"
A red blur flew down the stairs and stopped abruptly inches from Blake. Weiss rushed down the stairs several seconds later as the youngest huntress was already peering anxiously at the injured girl. Yang said in a voice lacking some of her usual vigor, "That's four more kills for me, and one for the Rook. I'm beating Weiss now." She somehow mustered enough energy to raise her fist up in the air for Ruby to pound it in recognition of her grand accomplishment as Weiss rolled her eyes.
"Follow me," Ruby told Blake as she turned and walked quickly through the kitchen to another room that looked almost like one found in a hospital, although the operating table looked much more comfortable and the walls were a relaxing light lavender color. In one corner of the room, there sat an immaculately made twin bed. It looked especially comfortable, likely where someone could sleep while recovering.
Ruby motioned for Blake to put Yang down on the table, which she quickly did. Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the blood that had completely soaked the right side of Yang's vest. This was all her fault.
She felt a hand land on her left shoulder. She looked over to see Weiss standing beside her, steel in her eyes.
"You should go clean up. We'll fix her up now," the heiress said sternly.
Blake opened her mouth to protest, but Weiss just shook her head and said firmly, "Go."