Well, I'm back from my coffin nap. Too bad I'm going on vacation. Anyways, enjoy.

Jaune was bored.

It was only natural that he would have this blank feeling regarding his current situation. After all, the Knight was incapacitated in Beacon's infirmary, lying stiff in of its many beds. He might have kept himself occupied if there were others in the room, but much like his relationship status, Jaune was alone. It made sense in a way; he was in a school filled with huntsmen and huntresses, all of which are in top physical condition. So it was only natural that Jaune, a failure who sneaked his way here, was the only one lying in bed with both of his legs in sturdy casts.

How he ended up there was between him and a certain blonde that he knew. Said blonde was very assertive on the topic of "proper manners" toward females, but it soon escalated to Jaune apparently being a manipulative molester. Long story short, Jaune had both of his legs shattered from his confrontation.

However, the moment that his other friends discovered his physical condition, they automatically pointed their fingers toward the person who had it out for Jaune – a certain bully who he had saved from an Ursa Major. They were somewhat right about their accusations; someone DID do this to him, but with the cold glare that the true culprit gave him, Jaune decided that it was his best interest to do the only thing he seemed to be good at – lying.

And so, Jaune crafted a tale of wonder and awe. Well, perhaps it was too amazing since he forgot most of what he told them – something about a dead horse and a banana peel? It didn't matter at this point, they believed him, he was taken to the school's nurse, and most importantly, Yang didn't break him in half.

Which brings him back to his current issue: boredom.

He had to stay in this room for three more days, granted his aura and the nurse did speed up the healing process; he still didn't enjoy being stuck in a bed for a long period of time. Especially when movement was limited; it was a struggle to relieve the smallest of itches.

At first it wasn't so bad; not being in classes was a great stress reliever for the blond, and his friends would come and visit him occasionally. But after the first day, Jaune was beginning to become aware of his descent towards the insanity that is dullness. He soon realized that all he could do was stare aimlessly at the window until his limbs recovered. Jaune yearned for his friends to visit him, and although there was somewhat of a schedule that was arranged, it felt like an eternity to wait for the next person to arrive.

Of course, Jaune tried to keep himself entertained by playing with his scroll, but not even a loser such as himself would waste his entire day reading bizarre fan-fiction about the endless adventures of some idiot knight.

Looking away from the window, Jaune rotated his neck. As he felt the cracks and creaks of his stiff spine moving itself, he let out a loud sigh; further reminding him about reality's apathy towards him.

Jaune could only hope that the person who was visiting him would add colour to his black-and-white world.

"Aw c'mon Ren! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, plea-"

"Fine Nora, I promise you that we'll have pancakes for dinner..." Ren said in a tired tone as the duo were walking down the hallway. In response, his childhood friend immediately began to jump up and down in rejoice.

"YES! I knew I could count on you, Ren!" Nora exclaimed in joy. Normally, Ren would have smiled at Nora's usual antics, but today was different. With his eyes closed, he began to rub his temples with his index finger and thumb, questioning if today was finally the day if he was going to break.

For once, the Stoic actually felt tired. And this was coming from Ren out of all people. It was a common misconception that others would label Ren as "lifeless". It made sense, seeing that he was a quiet and introverted type of individual. In reality, Ren was actually energetic, in a sense. He just didn't show it like Nora, who was currently running around the ceiling in circles.

Ren didn't question it – it was much easier handling Nora that way.

Ever since his team leader, and friend, ended up in the infirmary, Ren was the unlucky person who was in charge of taking class notes for Jaune. Now Ren wouldn't have minded doing this, except the Stoic was also in charge of doing Nora's notes as well. His hyperactive friend always fell asleep in classes - ironic isn't it? - so Ren took it upon himself to write twice as much for the sake of his friend. He never saw this as a burden, an annoyance, but definitely not a burden; Ren viewed it as a friendly gesture. Plus, it helped him learn much faster since he was writing the same thing twice. What other reason was there that Ren could study so fast? So now Ren had to write down thrice as many notes, much to his displeasure.

Team RWBY had offered to help him in the note-taking duty, but Ren felt that it was personal. It was a matter regarding his team after all. Jaune's partner, Pyrrha, had told him that she was busy with some "project" so she couldn't help him. Nora was automatically ruled out, making Ren the only candidate.

This meant that Ren had to stay up longer at night just to make sure the notes were correct and identical to one another. He was only getting four hours of sleep ever since he started taking Jaune's notes.

Just as the duo were about to enter their dorm, the notification in Ren's scroll began to beep. The Stoic took his scroll out and read the message. He immediately gave a long mental sigh. According to the schedule, Ren was supposed to be meeting Jaune in the infirmary. "I can't do this right now," he muttered under his breath, his face facing the floor to portray his fatigue. Ren was just too exhausted.

Nora noticed her friend's despair because she asked in a concerned tone, "Ren, is something wrong? You haven't been acting like yourself for the past few days." – Nora immediately came up with a reason – "Is someone bothering you?! C'mon tell me who it is! I'LL BREAK THEIR LEGS!"

"What? No, Nora. No one is bothering me." Ren groaned. Although he was tired, he always found it amusing that the Ginger's first response to any problem was to break a couple of limbs. It was impossible to hide the truth from Nora, so Ren told her, "I'm just feeling really tired. You know, with the whole note-taking thing for you and Jaune. And – and I don't think I can visit Jaune in my current state, but I don't want to abandon him either."

Indeed, Ren was trapped between two sides of a road. He could sleep and leave Jaune to longer hours of isolation, or he could lose his mind for the sake of their friendship.

Fortunately for Ren, a close friend was going to save him.

"Hey I got an idea!" Nora exclaimed, "why don't I visit Jaune in your place while you get some shut-eye?! Jaune gets his company, you get your much-deserved rest, and I get my pancakes! Everybody wins!"

Now Ren was exhausted, that much was true. But the Stoic hadn't lost his sanity yet. Every time Nora would visit Jaune, she would always be accompanied by another friend. This was to make sure that Jaune's condition wouldn't end up becoming worse from Nora's antics. "Nora, I don't think that's a good idea-"

"Awwwww c'mon Ren! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"Okay Nora," Ren sighed in defeat, "you can take my place..."

"YAY!" the excited Ginger yelled out, jumping up and down to further portray her endless amount of energy. "You won't regret this Ren, I promise!" And with that, Nora ran to school's infirmary.

Meanwhile, Ren was repeatedly banging his head against the door. He didn't know what was worse: letting Nora visit Jaune alone or the fact that he gave in to Nora's plea so easily.

Perhaps this was a good thing. At least now, Ren could enjoy the comfort of sleep for the rest of the day.

"One hundred and one . . . one hundred and two . . . one hundred and three . . ." Jaune yawned, counting the cream-like clouds passing by from his window. He didn't know how much longer he could take this before he would start talking to himself out of the sheer boredom he was experiencing.

In his mind, Jaune was mentally questioning as to where his visitor was up to. At this point, he didn't care who it was; it could be Cardin for all he cared for, the Knight just wanted someone to kill time with.

"Oh Jaaaaune!" a familiar hyperactive voice echoed from the hallways.

"Oh thank god..." Jaune whispered, his pleas were finally answered. He heard Nora voice, which meant that she would be with someone else. Two visitors are better than one after all.

However, when the Ginger merrily skipped into the room, no one else followed her. Jaune gulped down the small fear from the Ginger's lack of partner, and he asked, "Um Nora, where's the other person?"

"Silly Jaune! I'm taking Ren's place today!" Nora cheered, her upbeat tone present.

"Wh-What?! Why did Ren aband – I mean, what happen to Ren?" Jaune yelped.

"Oh well, Ren was sleepy, so I offered to visit you in his place!"

On second thought, maybe being bored wasn't as bad as an idea that Jaune had believed. At least he was safe, isolated, but definitely safe.

"A-Actually Nora," Jaune quickly began. His only hope now was to lie. With all of his physical effort, he attempted to feign severe fatigue and spoke in a sudden raspy voice, "I'm not feeling well at the moment. So could you please lea-"

"Oh no, Jaune is dying!" the Ginger declared out loud to an invisible audience. Her hands on her shaking head only helped display her freak-out regarding Jaune's condition. "Don't worry Jaune, I'll save you!" Nora yelled as she ran out of the room.

It was only five seconds later when she arrived back, with a questionable attire however.

"Um Nora, why are you wearing a lab coat?" Jaune meekly asked; his sick expression replaced with concern. His teammate was currently wearing a white coat that extended down to her bare legs.

"Hush Jaune!" Nora declared with her hands on her hips. "Starting today you are my patient! And it's your job as a patient to address me properly! Call me Doctor Valkyrie! I can assure you that you are in good hands Jaune!"

"Monty save me..." Jaune shivered under his breath.

This chapter appears short doesn't it? No, I'm not getting lazy. I feel that if I wrote more, it would go over 3k words. I mean, I did this with chapter 2 and 3, so yeah.

On an unrelated note, I'm getting annoyed that this fic's story cover keeps on changing by itself. Okay, that's all, bye.