genessia | Be not so sorry for what you've done. . .

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Be not so sorry for what you've done. . .

WHO: OPEN to anyone!
WHAT: Blake's healing after being trapped in a crystal but after she felt herself die. She's a little out of it with lost memories of her days in the White Fang.
WHERE: Hospital
WHEN: Feb. 14th, Happy Valentine's Day.
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, pain and potential sad? I'll update as needed.

The constant sound of beeping was not only annoying but at the same time it was...nice. One of her last memories was hearing her heart slowly stop when Torchwick shot her with that lightening bolt. Where he acquired such abilities must of been because of that creepy place that had her crystallized and when she woke from that death like slumber, she was greeted by her friend and teammate. She had to somehow make it up to Yang for causing so much trouble.

Which made her thoughts go to...Weiss. Oh good heavens, what if Torchwick got her as well? That made her gasp and sit up in the bed only to clutch her chest with a wince. Under her robe were the markings of scarred flesh from where the bolt had hit her and stopped her heart.

Swallowing the pain, Blake reached meekly to her IV and tugged on it until it freed itself from her. She had to make sure her teammates, Sun and Neptune were alright and she had no idea how long she had been in that bed.

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It was times like these that made Ozpin feel the full extent of just how much he relied on his information networks. He had advised Glynda to stay away from the tower because there were others better suited to dealing with what lay within. What he didn't realize at the time, was the way the Fairy Tail guild had dwindled in number, or how Torchwick had gotten his hands on that power. It was only afterward that he found out Blake had been victimized, and as such he was coming to check on her, cane tucked under one arm, coffee in one hand, plate of cookies in the other. How he managed to open the door to Blake's room was anybody's guess, but he was talented.

"I seem to have come at a poor time, Miss Belladonna. I did not realize you were being discharged," he said, motioning to the now disconnected IV.

Yang had been in the hospital since she'd dragged Blake out of that tower and dumped her here, though when Blake woke up the blonde was out of the room. There was evidence of her though, her jacket hanging on the back of a chair, her bag on the floor next to it.

She didn't turn up for a few minutes though, walking in with a bowl of ice cream she'd swiped from the hospital cafeteria, and blinking in surprise, spoon halfway to her mouth, when she saw her partner was sitting up.

"Blake!" She grinned widely. "Finally decided to wake up, huh?"

Weiss came a little later than she had initially planned. Not because she'd been out enjoying Valentine's Day (though she had the distinct feeling that she spent the whole day with Zuko whether he was there in person or not) but because she needed to talk herself into going to see her. Torchwick had put in the effort to convince Weiss that what happened to Blake was at least in part her fault while he had her. If she'd been anyone but herself, she probably could've formed a well-reasoned argument not to go, but she was too stubborn to let anything like that keep her from seeing Blake alive.

She'd been told it was possible to come back from the dead in this place, but she'd never witnessed it. Seeing Blake when she stepped into the room with a small gift bag in her hand sent a rush of relief and disbelief over her. It barely felt real.

"I was going to get you flowers, but most of them are overpriced right now because of the last minute holiday sales, but I got you a book that came out while we were gone and a bag of a candy called Swedish fish. I don't think they have anything to do with fish besides the shape, though."

Luke has been poking about the hospital quite a bit lately, checking on Koishi and keeping her company. When he heard that Blake was in as well, he thought he might stop in to see her as well.

True to form, he's brought a small tin of tea, a blend that's supposed to help with healing. He knocks quietly on the door before stepping in.

Standing in the doorway, he sees that she's tugged out the IV line, and his eyes widen. "M...Miss Belladonna! That--it's bleeding!"

The tin is abandoned at the foot of her bed as he scurries to the paper towel dispenser, quickly grabbing a fistful and hurrying over to Blake.

Cat ears gave a twitch when she heard the steps come closer and still a bit heightened on worry and uneasiness, she nearly flinched to attack mode only to see it was Ozpin.

With a small sigh of relief, she leaned back against the bed. She hoped her aura would hurry up and get this feeling away from her of helplessness. Her eyes also widened when she felt the pressure on her head gone and felt up her hairline to feel her ears without her bow.

Slumping her shoulders in defeat, she glanced back at their Headmaster. "I don't...I didn't know where I was or why I was hooked to this..thing. Not exactly a fan of small spaced rooms with little knowledge of where I am." She groaned, rubbing her forehead.

"Are we...back home or-? Was that all a dream?"

Standing was a bit of a harder ordeal than she assumed it would be. Her legs were rather shaky, as was the rest of her.

Throwing off the blanket, she tried to get out of her bed only to see Yang's jacket on the chair beside her bed. Reaching out to try and hobble to it, she's met with her friend rounding the corner and proclaiming her name.

"Y-aa--..Yang?" She asked while almost slipping but fell against the chair. "W-Where are we? Did we...are we back home or--?"

After ripping out her IV, she stared down at her arm as the blood came out. Why was her aura so weak...? Was it because she had died?

Tossing it aside with cat ears folding back in annoyance, Blake tried to push herself up out of her bed only to realize her legs were shaking when she tried to stand. What a helpless and annoying feeling...

When someone entered, she grabbed a hold of the bed bar, almost ready to flip it over her, somehow, if it were another dangerous person. But when she saw that white hair she automatically felt her heart sink as well as her body back against the bed.

"Holiday? ...What-? Where are we? I mean--" She rubbed her forehead, still in a bit of a daze. "Are we home or are we still in that odd world?"

Ears flicked atop her head when she heard a familiar voice that at least verified she was still in the odd world that wasn't home.

Turning her head, she blinked and held out her hand for the paper towels with a faint nod of thanks. "I-- My aura shouldn't be allowing this. We don't usually bleed at all..." She said quietly and looked back at her arm, covering it with the paper towel.

Holding her palm to her forehead, she glanced back at Luke. "How did I get here?"

Ozpin sat down the cookies next to her bed along with his mug of coffee before moving over to a cupboard in the room, looking for some gauze, just in case the IV site began to bleed.

"No, we are still in Genessia, Miss Belladonna, and... from what I've been able to piece together, you've been through quite the ordeal."

He took a package of gauze from the cupboard before moving a chair closer to the bed and switching the gauze for his cup of coffee. "I'm assuming the IV was a pain killer of sorts. How are you feeling?"

Holding her hand to her arm, she gave another sigh and watched him curiously.

"That's a mild way of putting it..." She mused quietly with her eyes gazing down. How do you begin to even describe or tell someone what it was like to die? Or how it felt in those last moments...

Looking back up at him, she held out her arm. "I guess..? I would of thought my aura would of taken care of something small like this but...I guess now?"

After a moment, Ozpin handed the gauze to her. Part of him wanted to tape some of the gauze to her arm for her, but knew at this point she probably wouldn't want help that invasive.

"Your aura will likely take some time to recover. Considering the sheer number of people who emerged from the tower at the same time as you, I can only imagine what was going on. However, I cannot imagine it was anything pleasant, and it does offer me some comfort you don't seem to remember that."

He sips at his coffee, glancing down at the IV site for a moment. "I know you're not going to want to hear this, but I have to insist that you stay here for at least another day or so. You need rest to recover from your ordeal."

Taking it from him, she nodded a small thanks and set to wrapping her arm much like she did when she was younger, on the street and without purpose really. A bittersweet reminder that also triggered what just happened to her to suddenly arrive at Beacon? Part of the movie of her history seemed to of been chopped away...

Raising her hand to her forehead, she rubbed and shut her eyes tight. "Tower? The last thing I remember was Torchwick. Weiss and I were cornered and he- had some kind of power." At that moment she felt a twinge in her chest.

Tugging on her gown to look down, she furrowed her brows. So it wasn't a dream.

From where her chest, crawling up was a rather deep scar that spiraled like an abstract sun over her heart. "I died...I felt it."

"Valentine's Day, Genessia Hospital, and Genessia."

Weiss was nothing if not straightforward, even if Blake was confused. She came closer, setting the little bag on the table next to the bed.

"I can see the blood on your arm, which means your Aura isn't back up yet so you need to stay here until it is. The medicine helps until you're not dehydrated and well enough that your Aura will wake up. You'll probably be out by the end of the day. And you should know that Ruby and Zuko made sure to hurt him."

The last part she added partly as a confirmation about what had happened, but it told Blake more than that if she was paying attention. Ruby and Zuko had to do it, so Weiss hadn't been able to. The other part was that Weiss was sure she wasn't the only one who took some satisfaction in Roman being injured.

Heaving a sigh, she leaned back against her bed. "So even in death we can't escape here unless this places wants us gone." She lamented.

"I don't now why it's not working or..building up faster." Frowning, she rubbed her arm before setting the blanket over it to help cover the blood up just a bit. Better than staring at it trickle along her skin.

Glancing back at her teammate she tilted her head. "Him?..." She held her hand to her head while drawing back memories before everything went dark. "All I remember was a light..the burning..." Lowering her hand, she tugged on her hospital gown and looked down to see the spiral patterns of an abstract sun-like-scar over her heart. That's right...

"Torchwick..." She said with nothing but utter hate. Gold eyes glanced back to Weiss, searching her features as if it would tell her the truth but in the end, there was nothing but more questions.

"What happened?"

He nodded slowly, concern clear on his face. He had failed to protect his students... one more mistake to add to his ever growing list. But he decided she deserved to know what he could tell her about everything.

"For some time, there was a cult within the city, worshiping some newly arrived god. Apparently, that cult was worshiping a man named Kefka, who destroyed a large section of the main city and used the wreckage erect a tower. Many lost their lives, and yet all somehow emerged from the tower after his defeat. The only thing any of them had in common was that they were either killed by Kefka himself, or a minion as far as I can tell. I would imagine that's where Torchwick found his new power. Yang was the one who carried you out of the tower, actually."

"Torchwick kept mine down for almost two weeks, you can handle a couple of hours."

Weiss was trying very hard to sound like she didn't care what had happened. She'd been trying pretty much since she got back because it wasn't something that she wanted to deal with. Showing weakness wasn't something Schnees did if they had the option. The only people she was really letting take care of her were Zuko and Ruby, really, and even then she wasn't listening very well when she decided she had things to do.

"He hit you with lightning, I watched you die, and instead of grabbing you and running and trying to get to a healer like I should have, I tried to kill him. He captured me, I don't know what happened to you after that but I heard a name from one of Torchwick's henchmen and I... think I told Yang. I spent a few hours in the hospital too, even though I didn't die, but I was barely conscious, so I don't know exactly what I said, but she found you. I would've come with but-"

Weiss wasn't even sure she knew how to explain that she's pretty sure she would've just put Yang in danger if she went. She wasn't going to be a liability again.

"I'm sorry, Blake."

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Doing the math in her head, she realized that she had been 'dead' for nearly a month.

Hearing Weiss talk about it made the memories replay slowly in her mind. That's right, they were just out for a casual day and it ended up in such a way...

Releasing her hospital gown and becoming self conscience of her scar, she tugged the fabric up to cover the edges of her new scar. She should be happy to be alive and that Weiss was alive as well, but somehow any kind of happiness didn't come to her. Just crushing guilt.

"I wasn't strong enough. If anything, I failed you." She said quietly and leaned back against the propped up top of the hospital bed. "I never factored in that he would be so crazy and use what can only be magic to get rid of us..." Which now meant that Roman attacked first... This was a silent war now between them and him and anyone close to them was a likely target...

That sort of thinking was the same back at Beacon where she tried to distance herself from everyone. It was her that he wanted dead, for whatever reason, and Weiss was just a victim because of her affiliation with Blake.

"I... should find somewhere else to live for a while. Just to prevent an attack from happening to the house and everyone there."

She glanced down while absorbing his words. Sun wasn't mentioned at all so... he must not of known or just chose not to care... She wasn't sure which made her feel more hallow inside as her hand rose to her chest again over the scar.

"Who would of thought Torchwick would go to such lengths as a cult to try and hurt us... His hate for us is something we can't take likely anymore..." Letting go of her gown she rubbed her eyes quickly from any threatening tears.

"Just when we thought this place was safe something like this happened and we were so unprepared.

Ozpin noted that eye rub and tried to make a comforting face, though the knowledge of what Kefka almost achieved weighed heavily on him.

"Even if we had been prepared, I fear there was not much we could have done. The sheer power that Kefka wielded was not unlike that of a god. I don't know how he was defeated, but I know none from Remnant were in that battle. This was unlike anything we have ever faced before, and I pray we never have to face again. That said, hopefully with Kefka's defeat, Torchwick's new-found power will not be an issue, though I will be monitoring is movements much closer from now on."

"Shut up, Blake."

Weiss knew where she was going with that. The guilt trip was obvious, and Weiss was so used to Blake's attempts to run away whenever there was trouble that she had expected something like that in part. She just hadn't expected how angry it made her when she actually said it. Weiss stomped right up to the edge of her bed, grabbing Blake's hand awkwardly with her right hand.

"His grudge isn't just against you. He's had to retreat from Ruby, from you and Sun and Penny, from all of Team RWBY, and now Ruby and Zuko. The only way that we get through this? Is as a team. If you're gone then Ruby and Yang are the only ones who can fight him off. Ruby and Zuko hurt him when they were saving me, I'd be willing to bet that you're not the only one he'll be coming after. You running away is going to make us and you weaker, not safer."

Weiss knew it was selfish, but she needed to feel safer right now. She needed to know that Blake was going to be okay and she needed to know that they were going to be around each other enough to keep each other safe. It was the whole reason that even though she didn't know where Zuko was right now, she still knew he was following her whenever she left the house, but she didn't complain.

"The only person who failed me was me. Everything that happened after you went down was because I made stupid, emotional choices instead of the strategy that I knew would have the highest chance of getting both of us out of there. What happened after that was because after he captured me I refused to shut up and do as he said. You fought to protect me when I should've been able to protect myself. You're not the only one who's supposed to be a huntress, Blake, this isn't your fault."

"We can only optimistically hope so... But with how many new people come here, how much longer till someone unstable decides to do something of similar fashion? And how long till Torchwick tries to find something else to kill us with?" So many what if's that its weight felt almost crushing against her.

"Where do we even go from this point? How do we train against things we can't even comprehend?"

She didn't even react to her words with how hallow she had felt. There was no 'right' answer anyways and if anything she probably deserved that verbal slap to the face for her mistakes. It wasn't a guilt she was trying to project but more so a guilt that would haunt her quietly in everything she did.

Even if they all spread across the worlds that connected Genessia, they'd potentially be safe since he would have to come after them one by one. Yet that would be their downfall, they'd be away from one another.

But, having them all together was also dangerous. It meant he could get all of them in one go if he ever found something that powerful again.

Fingers didn't even twitch when Weiss grabbed her hand and yellow eyes kept downward, dazed and confused still about everything happening. It was like being cornered in a sword of horrible possibilities and what if's.

Cat ears laid back against her head and she quietly sighed. "He's not going to stop." She said quietly. "How do we even prepare for what might come when we can't conceive it?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to figure it out."

Weiss paused for a moment. She hadn't exactly admitted everything about her hand to anyone. That it was injured, scarred, how it happened- sure. But there was some nerve damage that was keeping her from using Myrtenaster correctly for more than a few minutes at a time. She hadn't even told Zuko specifically yet, the closest she'd come was asking Mayu if he knew any healers. He was worried enough about her without telling him that Weiss was partially convinced he'd just tell her to come work for him so that he could keep her safe.

"I can make a strategy and prepare you three, but he... Torchwick carved into my hand and wouldn't let me heal it. Parts of it scarred before I could activate my Aura again. The longest I've managed to hold it was just under four minutes and that's if I don't do anything special with it. The least I can do is focus on coming up with a way to stop Torchwick from doing anything against us until I find a way to fix it."

While her head didn't move, her eyes scanned a sidelong glance towards her then down to her hand where she said Torchwick hurt her. That was obviously something she'd later take revenge on him for. Rabid dogs don't ask to be made rabid but are still better down than walking around and that's what Torchwick had become; mad and rabid.

Her words struck a nerve though. Was this Weiss' attempt at her own self pity and guilt party? "You say that as if you're just going to be shouting on the sidelines while we fight."

Her hand moved and rose Weiss' righ hand up, gripping a little tight but enough to feel a bit of resistance from her teammate. "You have another hand. You don't give up because one of two things stopped working. If anyone can bring the reflection of a mirror to life, you can. You just have to train."

Weiss lightly gripped Blake's hand back after a couple of moments, staring into her eyes meaningfully before intentionally taking a slightly indignant tone. Her eyes don't quite reflect it so much as they do gratitude, making it more obvious that she's doing it on purpose.

"Of course I'm not going to give up. I was just telling you.. It might take some time, and until then, I'm going to help in any way I can. Just.."

Weiss's tone got a little softer, "Promise me you're not going to give up on our team or run off and it might make it a little easier."

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Be not so sorry for what you've done. . .

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As a nurse I cringe every time someone pulls out their IV it is SO MESSY X_X;

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IT IS.;A; I went with mama who does home hospice and so many tried to pull theirs and catheters out.

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