The story continues! Small note about the slowdown in updates at the end, for those who want to read it. Didn't want to have a wall of text before the story. Enjoy!

Yang's eyes fluttered open and darted around the room, taking in the familiar sight. Oh, fuck. That's right. I got shot again. Yang remembered. She her right hand to her stomach. She remembered the pain that crashed over her at her sudden movements during the previous incident and so she was cautious to not hurt herself again. When her hand reached the wound, a rough fabric met her fingers the fabric was slightly damp with what Yang assumed to be sweat, since she had stopped bleeding. The door creaked as it was pushed aside slowly.

"Ah, Miss Xiao Long. Good to see you awake." The nurse jotted down something on her scroll before walking over. "Are you in any pain?" She asked, looking down at her device once again.

"No. How long have I been out?" The blonde was scared to hear the answer, her previous injuries had cost her a significant chunk of time.

"It's been almost six hours." Yang sighed in relief.

"What's the damage?" Yang tilted her bed upwards, allowing her to sit up without hurting herself.

"Well, a round impacted your abdominal region. Luckily it missed your stomach. If it had hit anything significant, you would have been in much more danger." Yang sighed in relief once again.

"What about the beach?" She suddenly grew worried for Ruby and Weiss, but didn't say anything about it to the nurse.

"The battle is over. The capitol building was destroyed in the attacks that took place in the city as well as a few other government structures. Other than that, the White Fang were stopped on the beach and never crossed it."

"All right. Could you hand me my scroll please?" Yang gestured to the table beside her bed and the nurse obliged. "Thank you. I would appreciate it if you gave me some privacy now." The nurse allowed her the luxury and left the room, with the condition that Yang would call her in once she had finished.

"Hey, Blake. It's me." Yang said once the call was accepted.

"Yang! How are you feeling?" Blake sent a request for video to be added, which Yang accepted.

"I'm fine. How are you three doing?" Yang soaked up every detail of the girl on her screen.

"I'm good. They put my right arm in a sling, but the doctors said I'll make a full recovery soon. Ruby had a few scratches but that was the worst of it. Weiss had a minor concussion from being thrown back from an explosion, so no physical exertion for her for a little while. She'll be fine too though, so no worries."

"Good to hear everyone is going to be alright." Yang noticed Blake's face express a flash of worry. "What's bothering you, Blakey?"

"Are you alright Yang? Mentally, I mean." Blake's eyes flicked across the screen as she searched the brawler's face for a reaction.

"Yeah, I think so. I guess I won't know for sure until I'm out of the hospital, but I'm going to get help while I'm here."

"How will you afford that? Weiss might not bail you out again." Blake froze as she finished her sentence, realizing her mistake.

"Wait, what? Weiss payed for my therapy?" Seeing as only one of her friends had the resources to be an 'anonymous benefactor, it made sense, but Yang was still confused. "How did she find out?"

"Uh... I kinda saw a piece of paper sticking out of your pants pocket when you were in the shower and told the rest of the team about it and it was the referral. Weiss gave the school all the money for the therapy and told them to let her know if you needed to start paying more." Blake flushed slightly at her admittance of telling the team Yang's private information.

"Tell Weiss I said thanks. There's no way I would be able to afford the bills, even with Beacon covering hospital costs." Yang was mildly annoyed at the breach of privacy, but she also figured that her team deserved to know anyways. "Anyways, I've gotta go. See you tomorrow?"

"As soon as I can make it." The faunus had her mind set on seeing Yang. Nothing got in the way of something once Blake had set her mind to it.

The two said their goodbyes and hung up. Yang set down her scroll on her lap and closed her eyes momentarily before beginning the onslaught of medical questions that were to come. She called the nurse back into the room. Once the woman had finished her questioning, Yang allowed herself to drift back into sleep.

The next morning, Yang felt completely drained. Her nightmares had struck worse than ever and kept her from getting any decent sleep. The blonde pushed herself out of bed and carefully began to stretch in an attempt to shake off the sleep that still wound it's fingers around her body. She was careful not to strain her abdominal area and left arm, fearing any tension would cause a spike of pain. Since the blonde's injury was much less serious than the previous, she was able to avoid any serious pain. Yang glanced at her scroll and started when she saw the time. I slept until 11! The hospital therapy started half an hour ago! Yang quickly dressed and threw open her door, startling the nurse who was walking past.

"Sorry!" She called over her shoulder as she ran to the room where the support group was taking place.

When she reached the room, she burst through the entrance, surprising everyone inside.

"I'm assuming you're Yang?" The woman dressed in white said as she stood up. "My name is Jenny. Glad you could make it." She reached out her hand and offered it to the blonde, who accepted the offer.

"Sorry. I slept in really late." The doctor simply smiled in response.

"John, please continue from where you were at before you were interrupted." Jenny gestured towards a large man who was sitting on a chair that looked too small to hold his massive frame.

"Well, we were on the beach. I had just gotten hit and my best friend started to drag me back to a medic. One moment I was looking into his eyes, the next his head was gone. Just like that." He snapped his fingers to accentuate his point. "I didn't feel anything. No emotion at all. I still don't. That's fucked up to me, you know? You don't just watch your best friend die and not even flinch." John looked down at the ground as he finished, not acknowledging the man next to him patting his back.

"Well Yang, since you missed introductions I'll just give you a short intro to everyone here. The man who just finished speaking is Jonathan, but he prefers to be called John. The man patting his back is John's friend, Nathan." She gestured to Nathan, who was about as large as John. The two of them were definitely over six foot tall. They weren't buff, but there was not a drop of fat to be seen on their bodies. "Next to them is Jessica." The therapist gestured to the girl sitting to the left on Nathan. She also appeared to be totally devoid of fat. Her features were angular, giving her a fierce look while still remaining attractive. Her blonde hair was controlled in a tight ponytail. "Yang, go ahead and introduce yourself." The therapist said, gesturing lastly to Yang. The brawler had taken a seat in the circle the chairs had formed.

"As you probably figured out by now, my name is Yang. I'm a student at Beacon academy and I was hit four times. Twice during the air raid and attempted invasion, in the left shoulder and lung. On the beach I took a round to the stomach and the upper left arm. I also have PTSD from the first White Fang attack." Yang looked nervously at Jessica. The older girl was eyeing her intently, sizing her up with her piercing blue eyes.

"So, you go to Beacon?" She finally spoke. Her voice was surprisingly soft and gentle, not matching up with her appearance at all. "You know Jaune Arc?" She leaned forward, interested in the answer.

"Yeah, his team's dorm is right across the hall from us." Yang was confused as to how the girl knew Jaune.

"Jessica Arc. Nice to finally meet you. I thought that you might be the Yang of team RWBY, but I wasn't sure." She stood up and walked over, offering a hand which Yang shook.

"Nice to meet you too." Jaune has family in the military? Not only that, but an older sister? Yang thought to herself.

The therapy session continued, they spoke about their experiences and how they deal with their own personal triggers. They then moved on to ways to avoid those triggers and calm down if they couldn't be avoided at all.

When the session was over, Jessica got up and made a beeline for Yang.

"How is my baby brother doing at Beacon? I haven't heard from him for a while." She smiled, which softened her intense features significantly

"He's doing well. He wasn't the strongest fighter when he came to the school, but he's gotten a lot better thanks to his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Jessica looked shocked. "How the hell did Jaune do that?" Yang burst into laughter at her shocked expression, eliciting a smile from the other girl.

"It took him a while. Do you know who Pyrrha Nikos is?"

"The fighter? Don't tell me…"

"Yup."

"Way to go little bro, huh?" She was beaming with pride.

"She's been helping him train. He's gotten a lot better. Still not as good as me though." Yang winked.

"Huh, well we just might have to spar sometime and see how true that really is." Yang blanched when she thought back to Pyrrha.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She said, her voice weak.

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out." Jessica replied, having noticed Yang's reaction. "We don't have to fight, it's not a big deal."

"It's alright. Last time I fought, I went a little overboard and ended up hurting Pyrrha on accident." The older woman looked surprised, but regained control of her emotions quickly.

"Holy shit, you beat Pyrrha? Maybe we shouldn't spar then." Yang smiled at the good natured jest and giggled slightly.

"Yeah. So, what do you do in the military?" Yang was legitimately interested, as she had the possibility to get some insight into Jaune and his family.

"Well, I'm a corpsman. I'm a killer and a healer, bit of a weird combo. I look at it like I'm saving lives when I take one. That makes it a little easier." She bristled with pride once again as she mentioned that she was corpsman. She seemed to place the lives of others above her own, willing to place herself into danger to help others. A lot like Jaune. Yang noted.

"Huntress in training, but you probably already knew that." Yang replied. "Corpsmen have saved my ass a couple of times." Jessica laughed.

"I've saved my own ass before. It's our job, don't worry about it." Yang smiled. "Anyways, I should get back to my room. Visiting hours are soon and I don't want to miss any time with my family."

"Yeah, my friends are coming by too. See you around?" Yang asked as they walked together before stopping where the hallway diverged.

"Yeah. I've got plenty of embarrassing stories about Jaune that I would love to share." Yang laughed once again and waved goodbye before returning to her room.

When she opened the door, she was smothered with a familiar smell and feeling.

"Blake, you're crushing me again." Her voice was muffled by the faunus' shoulder. In reality, she didn't mind that much. She allowed her mind to go blank and fill with the sensation of her girlfriend so close to her.

Sorry about the delay! I had some serious writers block, but once I forced myself to sit down and work on this I got over it. I'll be posting my next chapter on Friday (US time) because of the shipping week /r/RWBY is having right now. It'll probably be SUPER fluffy, with loads of Bumblebee. So, as always hopefully you guys enjoyed. Leave your thoughts in either the comments of the reddit post or in a review/PM.