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It was hard to hear the voices because they were muffled by a door.

Determined to hear what was going on, Yang leaned in closer. She knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but this was her girlfriend! Weiss had been acting strangely lately and Yang wanted to find out why. Maybe this phone call had something to do with her odd behavior.

Come on, the blonde thought. There's gotta be somethin' up.

Weiss was talking in a whisper. Must be an important, possibly private conversation. This made Yang feel even more guilty.

A couple of minutes went by with no luck. By sheer effort and determination, Yang picked out a sentence that wavered halfway through.

"I know, Father..."

The mention of her father made Yang perk up a bit. Her girlfriend didn't talk about her dad that much. The blonde didn't know much about the man. Other than that he owned a multi-billion dollar company. She certainly didn't think they were in contact.

The blonde tried to focus, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Weiss sounded distressed. That was enough for Yang to frown and have a sinking pit of dread in her stomach.

"I'll get it done soon. Please be patient."

Get what done? Yang asked herself. Is she working for her Dad? While in school?

Now things were starting to add up. Not only was Weiss busy with academics, but she was also more than likely helping with the Schnee Dust company when she was able.

Too much work, Yang deduced. No wonder why she looks tired.

There was an exchange of "goodbyes" before Yang heard the click of the phone. For a moment, it was silent. Yang almost froze in place when she didn't even hear her feet on the other side.

Did he give her more work than she could handle?

To find out, Yang decided to walk in the room before Weiss could leave. She needed to talk to her. To tell her that overworking herself isn't healthy. Weiss is stubborn, so she may not listen, but it was worth a shot.

After a deep breath, Yang opened the door.

The sound of the door creaking snapped Weiss out of her stupor. Unintentionally, her body took a more defensive stance since that was unexpected. She then relaxed a little when she noticed the person was just her girlfriend, who looked overly concerned.

"Yang?"

"Hey, Weiss," Yang greeted in a soft voice. "I came to check up on you. Is everything alright?"

But Yang could already answer that question. Her girlfriend's face was ghostly white and her eyes lacked an animated blue. Instead, they were a dull gray like the cloudy sky. Not to mention, her posture was slightly slouched.

"No…"

The reply ripped Yang's heart in half. It was like she didn't want to admit it, but had no choice since this was Yang. Her beloved girlfriend. She couldn't lie to her.

From the revelation, the blonde approached her with open arms. "C'mere."

Hugs make everything better. Yang was aware that Weiss wasn't much of a physical person, but she looked like she could really use a hug right now.

After a relieved sigh, Weiss leaned onto her girlfriend. She felt so protected now that she was in her capable arms. For just a second, all her worries ebbed away as she was pulled in closer.

"There, there..." Yang murmured as she nuzzled into her neck. "It'll be okay, yeah? One step at a time."

A feeble hum. It sounded so tired.

In response, Yang gingerly rubbed her back to ease the tension out of her body. Any questions she had could wait. Her girlfriend's well-being was top priority.

From the close contact, Yang felt her girlfriend's pulse racing. Her heart was practically thumping out of her chest. Tiny shakes wracked her body as if she was shivering, but she didn't feel cold.

Suddenly, Yang felt the arms around her go slack. Her girlfriend's knees gave out from under her so suddenly it was alarming. It wasn't hard for Yang to hold her upright since she already had a firm grip on her.

"H-hey! Weiss?!" Yang yelped as she sank to the floor.

No reply caused a pit of dread to well-up in Yang's stomach. Weiss' eyelids had fluttered shut and her head lolled to the side.

"Oh no," Yang mumbled in fright. "W-what's wrong?!"

Uneasy silence.

"Weiss? You gotta tell me..."

The light shakes she gave her garnered no response. Yang swallowed the knot in her throat.

"Okay, calm down," the blonde told herself.

When she composed herself, Yang lifted her bridal style. From the close contact, she could feel her pulse racing and her face was as white as a sheet. That set off worrying alarm bells that incessantly rang.

To help her get comfortable, Yang treated her like glass and tucked her into the bunk bed.

She doesn't feel warm, the blonde pulled her hand away from her forehead. Not a fever. Why'd she faint?

It was then that Yang noticed her girlfriend's hands. They were dark green. It looked like they were bruised.

Poor circulation?

Not only that, Weiss' face was as white as the sheets and looked to be in distress when her brows furrowed. It looked like anything but a peaceful sleep.

God- please be okay… Yang thought.

"Nngh…"

From the small sound, Yang held her hand. It was frigid. So frigid that it made her almost recoil. Another tiny noise worked its way up her throat like she was having a bad dream.

"Weiss- sweetie… I'm right here. Please be okay…"

Her face flinched two times. At last, hazy blue met caring lilac.

To comfort her, Yang gently caressed her cheek and lightly squeezed her cold hand. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Yang… what…?"

The blonde made sure to use a soft voice as if she was coaxing her to sleep. "You fainted. Your heart was racing and your hands are green. Is it poor circulation?"

"That might be part of it," Weiss admitted in a whisper. "I- I don't know what's wrong…"

From the revelation, Yang gulped. Her girlfriend sounded so weak. Fondly, she brushed white bangs away from her eyes. "Do you think you can eat something?"

"Maybe," Weiss said, unsure. She didn't feel particularly hungry, but she could try.

Yang nodded. "I'll get you water, too. Sit tight, okay? I'll be right back."

"Okay," Weiss mumbled.

When Yang leaned down to kiss her forehead, Weiss closed her eyes.

"Rest up," the blonde suggested. "I'll just be a few minutes."

With that, Yang rushed into the kitchen. She didn't want to leave her for too long. One dish came in mind. Chicken noodle soup was bland and wouldn't upset the stomach. The hot bowl might even warm her green hands. As the steaming soup was heating up, Yang retrieved a glass of water. A few ice cubes plopped into the cup just as the microwave beeped.

Not losing her stride, Yang headed over to the bunk bed. After she placed the cup and bowl on the nightstand, she sat on the edge of the mattress.

From the change in weight, Weiss opened her eyes. She was more than glad to see her caring girlfriend. "You're back."

"Yeah. Hope I didn't take too long. Do you think you can sit up?"

"Of course I can."

Although Weiss was drained of energy, Yang was glad her usual soft bite was back.

It took a little time, but Weiss managed to sit upright. Her arms were shaky, so Yang helped her by placing a hand on the small of her back. After the blonde kissed her cheek, she handed her the bowl of soup.

"Thank you, Yang. I'm sorry about this."

"Don't apologize," the blonde reassured. "I just want you to feel better."

After a small smile, Weiss looked down at the steamy soup. Weiss didn't realize it, but now that her hands were on the bowl, she noticed they were really cold. She took a moment to savor the sensation of her hands absorbing some much-needed heat.

"Keep your hands there," Yang suggested. "I'm sure it feels nice. Let me feed you, alright?"

Based on the shaky bowl, Yang figured it would be hard for her girlfriend to lift the spoon. Her hands were trembling. The liquid in the bowl shifted.

As though Weiss was ashamed to give in, she lowered her head. "Fine…"

"Hey," Yang said as lilac bore into blue. "There's nothin' to be ashamed of. I'm always here for you. I like helping you. I want to help you."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Weiss asked, touched that she had such a thoughtful girlfriend.

"You're you," Yang said like it was obvious. "I'd have to be stupid to not fall for you."

A blush formed on Weiss' cheeks. Yang said that so easily it made her heart flutter.

"Now come on, open wide," the blonde said with a goofy grin. "We need to get food in you!"

"Okay, okay."

Willing to be helped, Weiss opened her mouth. That earned a wide grin from Yang. It wasn't often that they were like this. Moments like this didn't come often, so they savored every second.

Normally, Weiss would try to shoulder things on her own. She was still learning how to depend on others. This was a good first step.

It didn't take long to finish the soup and to top it off with cold water.

"I feel much better now," Weiss said.

To make sure, Yang felt her neck for her pulse. It had finally slowed down. Although, her hands were still green and shook every now and then.

"I'm glad," the blonde smiled. "What made you get like this?"

"It might be stress," the heiress concluded. "It- it's happened before."

"It's happened before?" the revelation caused Yang to tilt her head like a curious puppy. "What do you have to be stressed about? Does it have to do with whoever's been calling you?"

Briefly, Weiss glanced away. "I've been helping Father with the company recently. It's been stressful. Maybe a little too stressful."

"Weiss, you gotta say so," Yang said softly as she held her hands to keep them warm and to comfort her. "Your Dad wouldn't want you to work until you collapse."

"You're right, he wouldn't," Weiss admitted with a sigh. "He's been stressed, too. The company's been having more problems recently and I offered to help him out. Anything to make his life easier…"

"That's nice of you to help him," the blonde pointed out. "He's your Dad, Weiss. I get it, but you gotta speak up when you start to feel bad. He hasn't noticed your health is all. If you tell him, he'll work something out. I'm sure one of his coworkers can fill in for you."

"I just don't want to disappoint him…"

From how guilty she looked, Yang leaned in and wrapped her in a hug.

"You're never a disappointment," Yang said sternly and softly. "You're Weiss Schnee. A formidable huntress, an excellent student, beautiful woman, and a great cook."

After a tiny laugh, Weiss leaned back to meet her gaze. "Now I know you're lying."

Seeing that goofy, slanted grin made Weiss kiss her nose. That earned an even wider smile.

"Just give him a call," the blonde suggested. "I bet he'll lessen the workload. He'd be worried sick if he knew you were so stressed you passed out."

"You're right," the heiress admitted and smacked her lips. "Wow, it feels strange to agree with you so much."

Yang winked. "You should get used to it, princess. Here, let's call him now, yeah?"

"Okay."

Stay dandy,

~Toto