Hellooooo there ladies and germs I am TimoremCordeNostro and welcome back to some more RWBY: Fallen from the Rise! A massive thank you to everyone who has given this Fic a chance, I hope I can live up to your expectations, if not then tell me what I can do better and I shall try!

This chapter contains fluffiness to kick off the chain of events that take place later in the years to come for the story, at the same time it shoves hints in your face as to what may or may not happen, I look forward to hearing your theories. *insert evil laugh here*

Billmastergamin115 - I completely agree with the brutal part, thank you sir!

Another quick note, (As explained later in this chapter.) Cann is pronounced Sh-awn or Sha-aan depending on where you're from and that sort of thing.

As always constructive criticism is always welcome, this was written with my brilliant Beta-reader and co-writer Billmastergamin115, so a big special thanks to meine Freund!

WARNING: - This Fic contains scenes that young people may find disturbing, please bare in mind the rating of this fic is an approximation and I am not responsible for anything that happens or anything caused by this fic, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I hope you enjoy aaaaaaaaaaaaand let's do this!

End Authors Note.

Mandatory Disclaimer: I've said it once i'll say it again, I do not own RWBY, just the OC's; RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

Thoughts.

"Someone who isn't there but is speaking to someone...like telepathy or something."

Time-skip or something similar.

"Normal Speech and SHOUTING."

(Making an authors note during fic.)

The Greybox Unknown time, date and location.

"So that's how this began? You killed your team?" Ironwood spoke in a dangerous tone. "It's where I think this chain of events started ja, though there were a couple of other situations before that, if they didn't happen we wouldn't be here." The man said with a sad smile on his face, his tone and body language suggested he was unfazed by Ironwoods tone.

Ironwood was beginning to get a little impatient but persisted anyway, he didn't like lengthy interrogations and he didn't have authorization to keep him here forever so he couldn't just wait it out. "Do you know this woman?" Ironwood showed him a picture of a certain woman, leading the male opposite Ironwood to chuckle to himself. "Ohhhhh do I know this girl." Even if it was something he said to himself, his tone said that he knew her...intimately.

A Year and three months after events in previous chapter. The Emerald Forest.

"I've been looking for this man for a while now, he can be difficult to find when he wants to be. Even with his sudden disappearance, the world needs him once again and I'm going to make sure he comes back." Those were the words a girl no older than sixteen at the time, used to motivate herself to trudge forward through the calmness of the forest with a combat harness that she found uncomfortable and clunky. But as calm as it was, she already knew that this forest was filled with danger.

Though most Grimm are pretty average to handle for her, she could quite easily run into something she really didn't want to deal with, like a King Taijitu. From the darkest part of the forest around her, she could feel that something was watching her, not just Grimm, but a person. A very, very dangerous person. I found you. She thought to herself almost triumphantly, since no one else would dare live this deep into the forest.

Before she could even process that sentence though, she heard a partial hiss before a loud crack and the sound of something hitting the ground harder than a giant serpent causing her to jump a little. As she turned to see the White half of the King Taijitu with eyes deflated like balloons, on the ground limp, she noticed someone running up the Black half of the King Taijitu.

His masculine build was evident, light gleaming from the black and red helmet, visible muscle on his chest that only someone who spent their life in the military could match, he wasn't built for show, he was built for perfection. The helmet he wore seemed more like a war mask than for protection, obviously inspired by the Grimm. A black unzipped leather jacket with many cuts on it, along with the black jeans, also ruffed up from a year's worth of abuse and lack of contact with the kingdoms of the world, strangely enough; no shoes or even socks were being worn.

What caught her eyes the most however were his eyes, one a deep blood red much like a Grimm and the other, an amber she knew she would find. This is the boy she had been looking for, but he's different and she intended to find out why, no matter how long it took.

Watching the fifteen year old boy take down the other half of the King Taijitu was like watching a dancer in their prime. He was graceful with every dodge, every slice from his katana was precise, every fluid motion was one of someone who had been doing it for hundreds of years and yet he still hadn't broken a sweat. It was as if the fabric of reality would bend to his will if he so wished it. Especially when he used his Metallic Grey Aura, not only blocking an attack, he used it to flatten the jaws the Taijitu head attempted to chomp half of his body off with.

With that half of the King Taijitu reeling in pain, he proceeded to jump on top of the head, slice its eyes out of their sockets and empty the clip of the smart pistol crafted into his katana blade into the brain, an instantaneous death, all in one set of swift, accurate movements, as if this were staged from the very beginning. "You're still impressive, even if you've only been fighting Grimm on your own for a year." she said, a smile forming on her lips as she slowly approached him, only to have the end of his sword pressed against her forehead in a flash.

"Why are you looking for me?" He asked in a quiet monotone, what hair that was sticking out was blowing softly in the wind. His reaction caused the girl to frown slightly. "Because I need you, we all do." she said honestly. "I don't know what you're talking about." He replied in the same quiet monotone as before, this caused a slight bit of anger to flare up inside her.

"Don't play dumb with me! I know who you are, a vigilante who only appeared at the right time to stop the crime of the world, the hope of the people, you're a hero with no anthem, you serve no laws or kingdom, just your individual code, no one is safe from your judgement, you are the Arbiter of right and wrong." she partially recited the ancient folklore of the Arbiter with a swell of pride and anger.

This triggered an unexpected reaction from him. "I'm not that 'vigilante' anymore, he died a long time ago, the Arbiter is dead! I'm not that boy anymore either, I left both being a Hunter and the Arbiter behind when I killed them!" he raised his voice at her in a half angry half sad tone, his voice started to crack at the end, knowing more about who he used to be than she did.

At this she did her best to smile warmly at him rather than cry, proceeding to clasp her hands around the hand pointing his almost brand new blade at her face. "No, I believe he's alive, he just needs something to fight for again." It was a quietly spoken sentence, she probably misheard him a little but that didn't matter, she didn't need to know, the sentence she spoke however, or more specifically the words 'something to fight for again' were the ones that hit him where he still bleeds from time to time.

He slowly put down his blade and in question turned around to leave only for the girl to follow him; as they reached the edge of the tree line before a sheer drop. He turned to the girl, the mask on his face started to fold into a tiny metal square at the back of his head, revealing his tired face, almost ill pale skin and untidy black hair with white ends. His cat ears barely visible on top of his head, the white ends of his hair signified extreme stress, or possibly something else, she also noticed that the blood-vessels in the red eye and around the red eye are black but decided against asking anything for now.

"When the dark conquers the light?" he asked in a half joking tone, a tiny smile creeping at the edges of his lips. "From the wreckage he will rise." she smiled warmly at another old part of the folklore surrounding the Arbiter. She then proceeding to hug him tight knowing that her mission was complete. Bring the Arbiter back.

At this unexpected action from the girl he could only freeze and tense up, his face turning into a tomato, he slowly hugged her back, making her giggle. "What's your real name?" she asked as she looked up at him. "What, you could figure out where I am and what I look like but you couldn't figure out my real name? My name is Cann. You?" (Cann = Sh-awn or Sha-aan.) He said in a partially sarcastic tone. They soon released each other from the embrace as she laughed at his humour and then smiled up at him since he was about half a head taller. "My name is Cinder, Cinder Fall."

He smiled warmly at her and kissed her hand as a gentleman should, it was now Cinders turn to have her face turn into a tomato. "What would you have your Arbiter do?" he asked, causing Cinder to smile.

Three simple words were her honest reply. "Change the world."

And that's the end of todays chapter...

I'm kidding I wouldn't be that mean to leave it on a cliffhanger!

The Greybox Unknown time, date and location.

"So you do or did know her?" He could only smile in response, irritating the General once more. "What do you know of the Arbiter?" He asked a bit more of a serious tone. "Depends if you want folklore or the real thing." Ironwood raised an eyebrow in annoyance. "Both then." the man simply stated.

"Well, he is said to be an immortal warrior capable of having multiple Semblances, a master of Aura usage and any weapon known to man and Faunus kind. That and his name emphasizes why he exists, to judge what is right or wrong and act accordingly." He said simply, Ironwood kept his stoic expression. "The Arbiter is a criminal no different than other scum, he or she has killed hundreds of thousands indiscriminately."

This made the man laugh. "If he is a criminal then there would be no reason for him to exist and your shiny little criminal justice system would be much better than it should be!" He nearly shouted. "Why do you think that?" Ironwood asked, curious on the inside. "Because the Arbiter is merely a symbol created because someone believed that justice could never truly accomplish deciding what is wrong or right, it isn't always black and white, I believe the Arbiter told you that already, didn't he?" He smirked at the General who remained stoic but looked like he was about to implode if you looked behind his face.

"What do you know about this 'Cinder' character?" General Ironwood asked straight forwardly. "I know alot, but the answers to certain questions are confidential." He replied with a smirk. Ironwood tried his utmost best to remain in his state of neutrality, now showing him a few pieces of security footage of two people breaking into the Atlas communications tower, decimating the security together as if choreographed for a movie.

"Do you know these two?" Ironwood could only speculate at who they were, he didn't need to. "Say I do know who they are and how they were trained...why would you want to know?" He asked with an evil smirk. "Tell me everything you know, I want to know what I'm up against." Ironwood responded in a deadpan tone. "Then let me give you a shorter version, otherwise we'll be here for more than a year." He said in an equally deadpan tone, again making the General wish he could pound his skull into dust.

8 seconds of falling and 11 minutes of walking after previous events. Still in the Emerald Forest.

"So, how would I, an extremely skilled warrior, ex-hunter and former Arbiter of the people be of help to you?" He spoke in a more happier tone than he would normally. "Well...training?...or something?" She said in a hopeful tone causing Cann to chuckle. "And what experience do you have?" He asked in an almost teasing tone, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised at Cinder. She huffed. "I'll have you know I survived an encounter with a pack of Beowolves." She said almost insulted, Canns smile getting bigger every second she spoke.

"Uh huh, have you memorised the rules?" He asked his smile remaining the same. "Rules?" Cinder asked. Before she could react, her arms and hands were restrained behind her back and she was on the hard wood floor, this process took about half a second. "Ow..." Was Cinders only response as he released her and she got up.

"Rule number one, remain vigilant of your surroundings, note who is of threat and who isn't. If you think that a fight is even a small likelihood, you stay within a runners pace of any exit." He said as he leaned a head towards the exit out of 'natural habit'.

"How many rules are there?" Cinder asked curiously, causing Cann to roll his eyes. "Do you want to learn or not?" Cinder nodded frantically like a child swearing that they were being good while their parents were gone, even though the house looked like it was bombed.

"Rule number two, the best way to end a fight is before it even begins, try to be in an open area with witnesses, as your opponent acts aggressive, you keep your words passive, but put your footwork into stance and lean back a little, hands up to about your neck, now you're ready to sit him or her onto their ass if they charge you." He watched as Cinder drank in the information, she was definitely eager to learn from who was essentially, a living legend. Teaching wasn't really his thing, but he enjoyed being able to talk to someone now, that much he would admit.

"Rule number three, no matter what, your opponent is likely to have an advantage over you in some way, exploit weaknesses appropriately, only use lethal strikes when they are attempting to kill you, it's still better to use disabling hits, like nerve strikes." Continuing to explain rules as if he were the headmaster of a school. "Are you listening to everything I'm saying?" He asked with a small smile on his face.

"Yes I'm listening why wouldn't I be?" Cinder replied instantaneously, he motioned for Cinder to follow him, which she did, closely. "Now you know the basics of a fight in a public area against an untrained opponent, so i'm going to teach you to fight against trained opponents. Stand in front of that rock, about your size." He pointed to it and she walked over to it slightly confused. "By the end of today you'll be able to shatter that rock with one hand." He said causing Cinder to turn to him with a very unbelieving expression. "Well it's that or you'll have alot of broken bones in your hands." He said sarcastically.

Cinder raised her eyebrows at him. "Alright, watch this then." He said, Cinder subconsciously admiring him as he walked over to a rock about his size, he turned to look at her causing her to instantly snap her eyes to his with an innocent smile and rosie cheeks, eliciting him to roll his eyes. "Observe." That word was definitely something she planned on doing.

Setting up his footwork he struck the rock with his palm and to her amazement, it shattered to pieces. "What did I do differently there?" He asked causing Cinder to shrug dumbly, he smiled a little and shook his head before reforming the rock with what Cinder would've wrongly assumed was his semblance.

"Watch closely." He said pointing to his right hand. He got himself into position once again, going to palm strike the rock again, she noticed a brief shimmer of his Aura just before the impact of his palm and the rock, she understood now, but that didn't make it seem any less impossible.

"I..what..how?" She asked dumbfounded at what she just witnessed. Cann laughed at the look on her face before saying. "Projecting your Aura as a barrier is only a smidge of what you can do with it, while yes it drains your Aura a little, you can use it for much more than protection, against something just in front of you, while it's the same principal, you're projecting your Aura in a different means. You can shatter objects by increasing the force of your strikes, use it to slow moving objects to a halt, healing yourself etc etc. A Hunters weapon can act as conduits for the Aura of oneself, which can be increased like stamina, the more you train yourself to use it, the more efficient you'll get." He explained, Cinder, still dumbstruck, managed to still take in this information.

"So...how?" She asked, Cann could only smile at her questioning. "Very carefully." He half joked causing Cinder to roll her eyes smirking.

Several hours of blood, sweat, tears and Cinder moaning because everything hurts.

When the sun was about to escape the day, Cinder had accomplished training to use her Aura not only as a barrier but as a strength booster and projectile stopper, this was only the beginning for her though, he was impressed, not alot of people can learn this quick, she was eager, that was good, but at the same time it could make her reckless and that would cause her to make mistakes...fatal ones. "Well done Cinder, but I think that's enough for you today." He said, proceeding to gradually head inside his tree house, it took a couple of seconds for Cinder to catch up, but when she did, she could only blush as she realised something.

"Ummmm...where am I going to sleep?" She asked cautiously. "In my bed." He replied calmly, he already took off his leather jacket, revealing large amounts of claw, blade, bullet and burn scars alike over his back, chest and arms; he's obviously been through alot, more than someone his age should have.

"Then where will you sleep?" She couldn't stop staring at his chest, her cheeks remaining rosie, if anything it was one of the first times she'd seen a boy topless and he was only a year younger physically, but mentally he's basically a decade ahead of his time. "To answer your question, I'm sleeping on the floor, and my eyes are up here." He said whistling a little, snapping her out the trance she was in, her face turning a fine red colour making Cann chuckle.

"Sooner or later you'll get to see everything, don't you worry." He said in a teasing tone chuckling, causing Cinder to blush harder and stammer. "I wasn't, I wasn't thinking, I didn't, I mean I did, no wait!" This only fuelled his laughter, he was crying out of happiness, something that hadn't happened to him in a very long time and he needed it.

I can't believe I'm doing this to myself. She thought as she blushed furiously, getting butterflies in her stomach. Then realizing something. "So wait, does that mean you're interested in me?" She said with a smirk as she saw him now laughing nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Oh how the tables have turned in my favour. She thought to herself.

"What's that, I can't hear you." She said in a mocking tone, he was quiet and blushing. "Oh so you don't like me?" She said teasingly, causing the now flustered Cann to stutter. "Wha? Nein, I mean, no, I mean yes, wait I mean-" Cinder was now laughing at Cann. "You're mean." Cann said, arms crossed, half pouting with his ears back blushing like a tomato.

"Fine, you're sleeping on the floor." He said smirking to himself, causing Cinder to giggle, Cann was in his bed made of the skin of the local wildlife that wasn't Grimm and the bed frame was made of wood. "You think I don't have..." She paused mid-sentence as he dropped all his clothing besides his undergarments out of the bed, he was now laying there, covered by his homemade duvet, smiling smugly at a now cherry red Cinder. "Oh so now you stop talking? I bet you don't have the guts to get in this bed now." He chuckled.

Much to his surprise and embarrassment. She did in fact get in, dropping most of her clothing out of the bed, they were now both laying next to each other blushing like tomatoes until they both eventually fell asleep due to overwhelming embarrassment, Cinder hugging Canns arm out of instinct, they made a cute couple.

Cinder woke up to find Cann laying there eyes fixed at the ceiling, he was sweating and the white in his hair had spread a little. "Cann...are you okay?" She asked, concerned for the health of someone she hoped she could call a friend. He could only smile a little and turn his head, his eyes meeting hers. Seemingly contemplating whether or not he should say anything.

"I suffer night terrors..." He said quietly, but enough for Cinder to hear causing her to frown slightly and hug his neck comforting him the best she could. "Do you know why?" She asked curiously hoping she wasn't going too far.

He gave a sad chuckle. "There's a reason I isolated myself out here...remember I said I was a Hunter?" She nodded. "Well...that was a partial lie...I say partially because I used to be one of Professor Ozpins students in his personal class of four people, the 'best and brightest of the kingdoms', he handpicked them." He spoke solemnly. "Professor Ozpin? The headmaster of Beacon Academy?" He nodded. "The very same. He was one of the greatest men I knew, wise, skilled and strong, a little miss-guided and obsessive over a few things but that was acceptable." Cinder could only sit and listen. "I think its been a year now...since Ozpin sent me and my team members off to some sort of ancient temple, I'd only been with them for a couple of weeks, the temple gave off its own Aura, like it was alive, it was dark inside, I was the only one who could see. I'd never been so terrified in my life..."

Cinder was listening, hugging him as tight as she could, trying her best to comfort him and herself at the same time. "You don't have to continue if you don't want to." She smiled warmly. "Nein, it's okay, I have to do this, besides, its better that I get it off my chest." He smiled back sadly causing her to peck his cheek; his cheeks turned rosie before he continued. "According to the village nearby, the temple housed the soul of a very powerful Grimm, a son of the first Grimm, stored inside a powerful dust crystal. I thought it was rubbish at first, until it all added up. The black crystal I picked up from the temple was the source of a Fear semblance, it caused everyone to undergo severe hallucinations, including me, I thought I saw my little sister die only to come back and kill me. By the time I was just able to think straight, I found my last friends on the ground dead, because of me, the cause of death matched an enraged Faunus, the claw and-" he was interrupted by Cinder as he was shaking and tears were starting to fall down his cheeks at the memories that still haunt him to this day.

Cinder could only do her best to hug him tight and keep him from crying anymore, otherwise she'd start crying to, so she did the only thing she could think of on the spot, close his mouth by kiss. It worked and to her surprise after a few seconds for Canns shock to pass, he kissed back slightly, his entire face now red from embarrassment. "Don't think about it anymore, there's nothing you can do about the past, lets focus on the future, okay?" She smiled warmly with a soothing tone, before hugging his head at her chest. She could've sworn she felt is chest rumble. she now knew that she herself would be one of the few good people to come into his life and stay, because she would stay for so long as either of them are alive.

They continued their silent agreement on keeping each other comfortable and warm until realizing that they'd need to get out of bed eventually. So it was a unanimous agreement, deciding that now would be the best time, if only they weren't just in lingerie. Cinder pushed Canns head into the makeshift pillow they were using, with a small smirk and blush on her face. "Now don't you dare look." Was all she said before getting out of bed and getting dressed. Not realizing that he was basically unconscious from lack of air anyway.

After realizing that, she looked outside to find that it wasn't really day time yet, if anything it was definitely morning, but the sun wasn't up. Cinder simply sighed and looked over to her new best friend, her only friend and wondered for a split second if it would ever become something more, shoving that thought to the deep recesses of her mind and continued staring into the distance at a herd of Goliaths, one stared at her for a few seconds before moving on, obviously deciding that she wasn't worth their time.

"I've never had to fight a Goliath before, believe it or not." Cann spoke causing Cinder to jump a little. "You've made me get up early." He said, slightly agitated and obviously tired; at least he was half dressed now. "Sorry, do you know what time it is?" She asked seemingly forgetting she only had only two pieces of clothing on. He simply stared at the clear sky above for a few seconds before coming to his rather accurate conclusion. "Around twenty to five in the morning." Cinder raised an eyebrow at him before shaking her head with a silent sigh of puzzlement. Another of one of the many tricks he knows. She thought to herself.

"Go back to bed, I'm going hunting." He said simply causing Cinder to nod and for him to put on his leather jacket, his weapons seemingly nowhere to be found which Cinder thought was odd. After about six hours she woke to the smell of cooking venison and Cann looking through what looked like a big basket full of fish, this lead to a very evil idea to be created in her mischievous mind.

She silently crept behind him and poked the back of his head causing him to jump and hug the basket as if for dear life eliciting Cinder to laugh at his reaction. Cann now with his ears back was giving Cinder a disapproving glare, only succeeding in making Cinder giggle more. "Don't scare me like tha..." His sentence was shortened by Cinder lifting up a Tuna fish from the basket he was clinging to like a koala bear. His eyes and nose following it wherever she moved it. He then proceeded to snatch it quickly out of her hand faster than lightning and begin gnawing on it before looking up at Cinder with big eyes, making Cinder melt on the inside. "You're cute when you're like this, you know that right?" She giggled.

The rest of the Breakfast session was filled with him putting up with a pride killing stare because Cinder made him look like the cutest thing the world had ever seen because of his favorite food and heritage. Damn you instincts! He thought to himself. Cann had to look at Cinder every so often to see if she stopped, she hadn't, every time. After Breakfast was thankfully finished he proceeded to drag her out of the tree house, much to her dismay and he began training her in many different methods of Aura usage, weapons, tactics, social psychology, applications of dust and much, much more over a span of a few weeks, which soon blurred together to become months.

But before she could even come close to being in his league, she had to learn something hard, you can never be perfect. She could learn everything fine and fast, it was her attitude that he could not change by normal means of training, prompting him to do something many would argue as easy, until you experience it. Drills and no more mister nice guy.

He began by waking her up at half past six in the morning and making her get to a nearby river to wash, then came along training, attempting to defeat him in any form of combat, she always failed but never gave up. If she backed out, she would have to defend against him and he was ruthless on the battlefield.

Thirty two weeks and two days went by and he no longer had to say a word, the routine was burned into Cinders mind, the young arrogance and over-confidence in combat turned into a level headed, cold and calculating mind on the battlefield, but she was still nowhere near as experienced in every form of combat as he was and luckily enough she kept the personality she first had when he first met her.

Get up at half past six in the morning, wash by the river, hunt for an hour, no more no less. Breakfast, training with Cann, ask the questions she wanted to. Lunch, live fire training, or more specifically ambushing multiple Grimm. Tidying up the tree house and then it was free time before and after Dinner which occurred at half past six in the evening, everyday, for seven months straight.

Tonight however would be different, Cinder would ask three or so questions he either avoided or she hadn't thought of in the seven months they had been together. "Cann...when was the last time you met your family?" He froze. "I mean, you've told me you have a little sister but you haven't told me much else about them." He could only close his eyes as if in pain. "Cann...do you even have a family?" She asked, her tone remained indifferent but there was definitely a hint of comfort and regret behind it.

"Just my little sister...I took care of her ever since our parents died, she was two at the time so she didn't understand, she probably doesn't even remember it. I became the parental figure for her, when she reached six years old I taught her how to look after herself, by the time she was seven I was teaching her to defend herself...I was forced to leave when she was nine years old." He said with a said sigh, it wasn't the whole story and a partial lie, but it was all she needed to know; maybe he'd tell her the whole story one day.

She hated seeing him like this, so she hugged him tight and gave his cheek a peck which he returned without hesitation. "What about your eye?" Cinder asked, Cann looked at her oddly. "You don't know?" She asked. "Well I haven't come in contact with a mirror for two years so it wouldn't surprise me if I grew a beard without noticing." He said in a sarcastic manner causing Cinder to giggle.

"Your right eye is red, like a Grimm, could it be from the temple you got your night terrors from?" She suggested thoughtfully. "Maybe..." He said, it didn't really matter to him so long as it didn't hinder him. Cinder had been noticing something about Cann, he'd wake up with a cold sweat, but he never reacted to it, like he was used to it. Adapting to night terrors. She thought to herself sadly, it isn't something anyone should have to do but it has been so long for him that Fear might seem trivial to him.

The next morning she woke, instead of finding Cann awake at the exact same time, she found him packing things. "Cann?" She said with a yawn. "We're leaving." He said calmly. "What? Why?" She asked slightly concerned. "Because we have work to do." Without objection, she had a wash, got dressed and took up the second backpack, setting off to a single destination: The city of Vale. But what Cinder didn't know is that he made a deal with the devil.

"So you came to Vale how long ago?" Ironwood asked. "Around three or so years ago." He replied plainly. Ironwood was sure that this plain talking wouldn't last long, so he had to take as much advantage of it as possible. "What have you done since then?" Ironwood asked causing him to chuckle.

"Well General, that is where the fun begins." He smirked. Ironwood now felt unease for the first time in forever.

And that's a rap! (No it isn't)

Since this the second chapter, I can now confirm that the writing for this fic will take at maximum an month, at minimum, about a week, unless something very bad happens to me which can always happen, i'm the only member of my family that hasn't been to hospital for an injury so i've got that going for me.

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Oh and I've added this little section of words because it was on '999' and it really bugged me :/