[ Just so she knows who she needs to end if she loses her friend here. Because Weiss is a good person, she is. But she's experienced enough loss, and the look on her face is more than concerned now that Ishida's the only one close enough to see her. She leans into the wound with her left hand and reaches up to brush his hair out of his face with her other. The door's opening now, and the doctor rushing in. Thank gods (brother gods?) for small towns not requiring a lot of travel time. ]
[ishida was barely paying attention to anything else besides looking up at weiss's face. he had always considered her beautiful, elegant even, and everything about her was meant to be perfection. but also he knew that she wasn't perfect, that she was also loud, sometimes demanding, short tempered, but that was what made her oh so beautiful as well.
right, she was asking him a question.
his breathing was labored, but by now the doctors were rushing in. they said not to move him, for everyone to stand back until they could stabilize him. now their semblance resembled something like healing, at least enough to stop the bleeding so they could work on patching him up. they cut open his clothes, stripped him down so they could work on his wounds as ishida tried to answer her.]
...Green haired girl... along with that-... that boy that f-fights with his feet. [what were their names now? it was all escaping him in the moment.]
[ As much as Weiss would like to say she's remaining level-headed, there's fear. But more than that, there was anger. She doesn't know exactly what their role in all of this was, but you don't join a team and not know who your leader is. Whatever they lost that day, they were a part of it. She was sure of it. They weren't going to take anything else from her. They weren't going to take Ishida from her. ]
When you're healed, we'll go after them. Together.
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[ Just so she knows who she needs to end if she loses her friend here. Because Weiss is a good person, she is. But she's experienced enough loss, and the look on her face is more than concerned now that Ishida's the only one close enough to see her. She leans into the wound with her left hand and reaches up to brush his hair out of his face with her other. The door's opening now, and the doctor rushing in. Thank gods (brother gods?) for small towns not requiring a lot of travel time. ]
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right, she was asking him a question.
his breathing was labored, but by now the doctors were rushing in. they said not to move him, for everyone to stand back until they could stabilize him. now their semblance resembled something like healing, at least enough to stop the bleeding so they could work on patching him up. they cut open his clothes, stripped him down so they could work on his wounds as ishida tried to answer her.]
...Green haired girl... along with that-... that boy that f-fights with his feet. [what were their names now? it was all escaping him in the moment.]
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[ As much as Weiss would like to say she's remaining level-headed, there's fear. But more than that, there was anger. She doesn't know exactly what their role in all of this was, but you don't join a team and not know who your leader is. Whatever they lost that day, they were a part of it. She was sure of it. They weren't going to take anything else from her. They weren't going to take Ishida from her. ]
When you're healed, we'll go after them. Together.