The two girls are nowhere to be found, but instead the girl from my dream is standing at a small table in the corner, fiddling with a small object. I try to ask her what it is, but my throat is too sore. She leaves the toy on the desk and exits the room, leaving me alone for the first time since I had woken up. I try to stand up, still curious about what the object is, but my body refuses. I'm in too much pain.
The girl with the lavender eyes walks in with a cup of water in her hand, as if on queue. She rips open a straw packet with her teeth and dips the straw in as she approaches me, offering the other end of the straw towards my mouth. I happily accept, sipping the water slowly, feeling it soothe my aching throat. It's almost like the nectar of the gods.
"Do you remember my name, Weiss?" The girl asks, to which I shake my head no. "It's Yang, Yang Xiao Long."
The name sounds familiar, but I cannot place it. I mean, obviously I could place her name with her body, but I do not remember what relationship I had with her before. "Yang, what happened?"
Yang looks away, a pain in her eyes. "There was an accident, you got really hurt."
"I could have told you that myself." I chuckle, taking another sip of the water. I notice that the glass is shaking, and so is her hand.
"No, Weiss, you almost died. There were beowolves everywhere and if it weren't for... never mind." Yang weeps, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Hey, I'm fine, no need to cry." I try to soothe, but to no avail. "Who is the other girl who was here with you?"
"Blake." Yang says through her sniffles, "Blake Belladonna. You two didn't get along at first, but you really were great pals after you broke the ice."
This puts a smile on Yang's face; it must have been a happy memory. I just wish I could remember that time as well. "She does seem very nice."
"How much do you remember? Anything you can think of's a good place to start." She sighs.
"No, I'm sorry." I mutter, eyes trailing back to the object on the table. It has a red, bulbous end that faces away from me with a small, green stem of sorts poking away from it. "What is that?"
Yang takes one look at the object and freezes, tears forming in her eyes again. "It's a rose, Weiss. Where did it come from?"
"A girl left it here, she was wearing a weird corset and a cape. I don't know who she is." I say, "Do you know?"
"I t-think that's enough for now." Yang stutters, "I'll get you a refill of water."
She leaves the room without another word, leaving me still curious about the girl and the rose. Are they linked? Does Yang know about the girl? It pains me that I don't know and that I can't remember. The clicking of heels down the hallway interrupts my thought as a woman walks in.
Her hair is bright white, matching the trim of her coat. Her stance is elegant but comfortable, but her eyes pierce through me. "Weiss, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling better, did Yang send you?" I ask, "You must be the kind nurse I heard earlier in the hallway."
"I'm not your nurse, you fool." She says harshly, "I'm your sister. I was told you had amnesia, but I'm surprised even I was forgotten." Her gaze softens, looking toward my left arm. "I just wanted to check on you."
"Thank you sister, erm, what is your name again?"
"Winter. Winter Schnee."
"Thank you Winter. Even though I can't remember, I'm sure you've always been a great sister to me."
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Jigsaw
Fanfiction(Based off of the comic "The Hospital" by tumblr user LycanHeiress) Weiss wakes up in a hospital room without memory of what caused it or the people around her, but why can only she see the caped figure? And why doesn't the caped figure have a face?
