Words Hurt

Chapter 6

Two Months Later

Blake's POV
Lying upon my bed, I look up at the bunk above mine. Empty. Just how I expected it to be. Tears roll down my face the more I think about the owner of the bed. Oh, Yang, I miss you so much. Even the thought of her name sends a wave of emptiness through my body. Nobody seems to feel the loss. Not even Ruby, Yang's dear little sister or Weiss, her team mate. Does anyone really care?

Two months have passed since I rushed into the medical emergency wing with Yang in my arms. When I think back to that time, my mind instantly reminds me of everything I have lost. I've lost her sweet smile. Her perfect eyes. Her beautiful voice. Her gorgeous hair. Her wonderful warmth. Her delicious scent. Her luscious lips. But you know what I miss the most? Her personality. She could turn the dullest of things into a beacon of light. She could take a boring outing and make it into one of the best days of my life. When I'm down, she could easily make me happy. All these things that I love so much, I have lost. I want someone to blame, so I can take my anger out on them, but the only person to blame for this loss is myself, and right now, I can't be feeling any worse, because I have lost my star that guides me through the darkness. I have lost my little ray of sunshine that puts a smile on everyone's face. I have lost my lover.
Yang.
Yang Xiao Long.

Yang's POV
Oh it's Blake! "Hi, Blake!" I exclaim to the entrance of the room I'm in.

Other patients look at me, but I don't care, I'm happy to see my friend. I was moved from my own hospital room a while ago, much to my disapproval, I've been put on a ward now because the doctors say I'm getting better. When Blake arrives at my bed, she closes the curtain around us and gladly excepts a hug I offer. I like Blake's hugs because they give me a zap of happiness and she smells pretty.

"Hello, Yang." She breaths whilst hugging me.

When the hug breaks, she sits down in the seat right next to my bed and holds my hand closest to her in both of her own. She smiles at me, but it's not a happy smile, it's a sad smile. 'Do I make Blake sad?' My face must have fallen concerned because Blake looks at me with worried eyes. I love her eyes... But I don't like it when they're worried.

"Yang, is everything okay?" She asks, lightly shaking my hands to get my attention.

I fully focus on Blake's face "Y-Yeah... I was just... thinking...." I trail off. Focus instantly lost, my eyes drift over to the closed curtain.

"What about?" Wonders Blake.

The question took me aback. I hadn't been expecting her to press on as since I've been here, she has only really given me one worded answers or nods. "Huh! Oh... Well I..." I may as well ask her. "Blake." I sigh "D-Do I make you sad?" Finding it hard to get my words out, I scowl at the ground. Blake looks shocked.

"N-No, Yang. You don't make me sad. You make me happy." She gives me a quick and obviously fake smile.

Thinking for a minute, I prepare myself to talk again. "How come you always look sad when you come and see me?"

Taking me by surprise, Blake shoots up from her chair, takes both of my hands in her own and leans close to me, begging desperately. "Please, remember, Yang! Please! You have to remember! Don't you remember the kiss or the forest or the second kiss?"

Tears fall from Blake's perfect amber eyes like waterfalls. I try to release one of my hands to wipe away her tears, but she restrains my arms gently. "I'm missing you so much. Where's the Yang I know and love? Where is she?" She continues to sob.

"Blake, I think you're confused. I am Yang. I'm all here." I sooth.

Shaking her head with a hurt expression on her face, Blake throws my arms at me, rips the curtain back and begins to walk away "Fine, you keep telling yourself that. I know who Yang is, and you're not her!" She spits.

What is she trying to make me remember? The last thing that happened before I ended up here was me kissing Blake, her rejecting me then a bed landing on my head.

"Blake, wait!" I call back whilst leaning out of my bed. Apparently I was leaning just a tad too much and come crashing to the floor. "Ahh!" I cry as I tumble to the floor.

Pain and agony shoots through my body. My vision is blurry, but Blake comes into some sort of focus and the only thing I can faintly hear is Blake crying for help and repeating my name. But it's not just the injuries that are hurting me right now. My heart hurts. My heart hurts because it feels like a part of it has just been ripped away. Why?

Blake's POV
"Fine, you keep telling yourself that. I know who Yang is, and you're not her!" I try to keep my voice to a minimum, but I'm too upset to control my dynamics. I hear Yang try to call me back, but I blank her out, that is until I hear her panicked cry followed by a thud and a series of moans.

Slowly turning around, I find my bed riddened princess crippled on the floor. She's curled up in agony. "YANG!"

I run to her side and place her head in my lap. I cradle Yang's upper body in my arms and stroke her golden locks. Yang looks at me with her pain filled yet dead lilac eyes, before she takes a sharp intake of air, her eyes roll back and her body goes limp. Then, when I thought she couldn't get any worse she began to have a violent fit.

"WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!" I scream at the top of my voice then reach up and slap the red assistance button.

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I'm pacing back and forth outside the room Yang was dashed into. Thoughts invade my head. Thoughts about when I brought her in. Thoughts about when she had almost died. Thoughts about the kiss. Thoughts about losing Yang. Thoughts about... No. I don't want to think about a world without Yang. Why in Remnant would I think that? Yang's going to be fine. My thoughts are interrupted when some sort of alarm sounds out from Yang's room. As soon as that sound is alerted, a team of doctors go surging into Yang's room and start resuscitating.

No. No! Yang don't do this to me again!

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"Ruby... It's about Yang..." I shakily breathed down my scroll, attempting not to cry.

A panicked voice replies to me. "WHAT IS IT? IS YANG OK? WHAT'S HAPPENED? I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC!" The line on my scroll is cut off. I sigh.

In practically seconds Ruby was standing in front of me with a disorientated Weiss close behind. Ruby had dragged Weiss the whole way. "Blake... Where's my sister?" Ruby asks in an anxious, hesitant voice as she looks into the room where Yang once was rushed into.

I looked apologetically into Ruby's eyes as streams of tears began to flow from my own.