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Coming to after being unconscious was becoming too comfortable for Oscar. This was absolutely ridiculous. He needed to find a way to stop passing out so much.

Oscar was tired of ending up in their damned bed. The bed and the scent of the room told him that he was once again back in that creepy hospital. His body was heavy on top of that and he doubted he would be able to try and make a run for it. Opening his eyes only confirmed that he was back in the room he originally woke up in.

Roman must have carried him here after he collapsed. When he opened his eyes he found that his senses didn't lie. Great just great. The thought of the creepy doctor having seen to him made a shudder run through him. There was something wrong with that man.

"How long until he wakes up?" Questioned a familiar voice.

Roman? Oscar turned his head to find the thief standing between the bed and the door and Oscar. His stance was protective of his young charge.

Who was he protecting Oscar from? The doctor? No Oscar couldn't sense anything from the direction of the door. If it was the doctor he would most certainly feel off. So who was Roman talking to?

"It should be anytime now," answered a familiar voice that caused him to stiffen in surprise, "His aura accepted the transfusion we just need to wait for it to recover. He will wake whenever he is ready."

Oz... Oz was here! Both excitement and fear courses through Oscar. Excitement that he came across Ozpin so soon. That he might be able to get help from him to stop what was coming. Then fear set in. Fear that he wouldn't be able to get Ozpin to listen to him.

Still he was unable to stop himself from squeaking out, "Oz.."

Both men startled and Roman turned so that he could see Oscar. Relief was clear in the green eyes but Oscar's focus was on the second man. He was taller than Roman and had tousled silver hair. Warm amber eyes caught Oscar's and the child's breath caught in his throat.

This was the first time the two had met. Oscar had seen him in the man's memories but it wasn't the same as actually seeing him. He could sense the power behind him tightly controlled. As with all of his memories of the man was leaning on Long Memory. The companion of each of his incarnations past and present.

"You know me?" Questioned the man in a low voice.

Oscar swallowed. How was he supposed to explain that? More specifically how was he supposed to explain it without sounding absolutely insane? His eyes trailed over to Roman begging for help.

Roman took pity on him and explained, "That would be my fault. When I found Oscar here he didn't have any identification on him. So I had a DNA test done to determine if I needed to go after someone. I am many things Professor but I do not allow people to hurt children. Which I assume alerted you to send Branwen here."

"That's correct," answered Ozpin though his eyes never left Oscar, "I do have questions however Torchwick. I didn't ask about it before since time was of the essence with young Oscar but you seem to have a cane that is exactly like mine. Exactly."

The last word was empathized with a cold look to the thief. Ozpin thought that Roman was trying to sell a fake version of his weapon. That was a dangerous assumption for Oscar to allow it to continue. But how to change his mind? The truth was too unbelievable to tell and he doubted that Ozpin would even consider it.

Roman froze. His hands clenched and unclenched around the handle of his cane. There was a new tension in his shoulders that didn't belong in the thief. Could he sense something that Oscar couldn't?

"Maybe we should speak in another room while Oscar here," Ozpin waved a hand towards Oscar, "Gets more rest. His body is still recovering."

Oscar felt a flash of anger as he snapped back, "HE is sitting right here. Don't talk about me while I'm sitting right in front of you."

Then like as if ice had been thrown on him the anger drained out of him. This made him feel hollow. Did he really just say that to Ozpin? Great job Oscar. Way to make a first impression.

If the Headmaster wasn't mistrustful of Oscar before he certainly would be now. What kind of child would speak to Ozpin in such a way? He blew his one chance at getting the man to listen to him before he could even bring it up.

Subconsciously Oscar began to hyperventilate in his panic. He needed Ozpin's help with this! He couldn't do it alone! There was doubt in the back of his mind that he could do this with Roman and Neo's help.

"...car..."

His breaths continued to come faster and faster. A lightheaded feeling overcame him as if he was going to pass out.

"Ey..."

Was he going to fail? Would he lose everything again?

"Scar..."

A warm hand touched his shoulder and he flinched back. His arms shot up to protect his head.

"Id..."

Don't hurt him! Please. He didn't know. He didn't mean to!

"You..."

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