Yang's Hot
A/N:Yay title pun woo. Thanks goes out to MaliceUnchained, for general support and helpfulness. Anyway, just four days till the poll is done, make sure to vote!
Might continue this one, haven't decided yet.
Violet eyes stared blearily at Oobleck as he zipped around the room, making good use of the last five minutes of class to answer, in great detail, any questions the students had.
His mouth was moving a million miles a minute, his eyes lighting up as he went on, obviously caring about each and every question from each and every student.
Yang wasn't taking in any of it. Her head was pounding, and watching the professor was starting to make her feel like puking.
She'd been this way for a few days, nauseous, tired, and generally feeling like shit. Today was the worst it'd been, and she wanted nothing more than to get to the dorm, crawl into bed, and sleep.
She'd been hiding it from the others as well as she could; she was the strong one, the one who was supposed to take care of them, not the other way around.
It was a stroke of luck that they hadn't had any homework for the last few days, so her laying in bed on her scroll for hours at a time hadn't been seen as unusual. Still, she hadn't been eating like she usually did, and her workouts were much more strenuous than they had any right to be. She'd actually had to skip today's workout entirely, for the first time in four years.
She had a feeling that Blake had noticed, since she'd been looking at her a lot more over the last few days.
Any other day, catching Blake looking would have put that warm feeling into her chest, and probably would've gotten Blake teased for a few hours.
But when Blake saw her notice and yet not react, Yang saw the concern in her eyes.
It was-
The bell rang, and she pushed herself to her feet, trudging along behind her team, listening to Ruby and Weiss discuss the lesson.
They hadn't noticed yet, probably thought she'd just fallen asleep in class and was still drowsy.
Blake kept eying her, eventually falling into step beside her.
"Yang?" She asked, that concern still in her eyes.
"'Be fine." She managed, vision blurring slightly when she tried to concentrate on the faunus. "Gonna sleep"
Blake looked at her for a moment, then sighed. "If you need help-"
"mm'good." Yang muttered as they came to a stop in front of the dorm, swaying on her feet. "Tired." Her stomach started churning, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She heard the door opening, the sound of movement from beside her, and Weiss complaining.
She bent over, unable to help it as she vomited... into the waiting trashcan, as strong hands grabbed her hair, holding it for her.
She heaved and heaved, her entire body feeling the pain as everything she'd eaten for days came back up.
When she was finally done, she raised her head and opened her eyes.
Ruby was staring at her, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, concern clear in her eyes.
Weiss had run into the room at the first heave, her own weak stomach causing her issues just from the sounds.
Still, once it became clear she wasn't going to vomit and Yang had stopped, she returned with a few bottles of water, pushing one into her hand.
She took a swig, then spat it into the garbage, getting the taste of bile out of her mouth. She raised the bottle again, drinking greedily. She really did feel a bit better after emptying her stomach, oddly enough.
She felt the hands tentatively release her hair, then one arm was gently wrapped around her waist, the other patting her on the back.
She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to pass out or puke again. "Thanks, Blake."
Blake didn't respond, instead leading her over towards the beds.
"R-right!" Ruby said, realizing she probably needed to take command. "I'm going to go talk to Professor Goodwitch, and get you out of classes for the next few days. I'll be back as fast as I can!" And she was gone, petals dropping to the ground in her place.
Well, so much for taking charge.
Blake looked up at Yang's bed, then shook her head and helped the blonde onto her bunk, praying that Yang wouldn't vomit anymore.
She liked that comforter.
The larger girl looked up at her with grateful eyes. She ducked her head as she backed away and Yang sent her a weak smile.
Weiss coughed, looking slightly ill herself. "I'm going to go dispose of that." She inclined her head towards the garbage can. "Do you want-" She shook her head. "Is there anything I can get for you while I'm out of the room?" She asked, leaning over the blonde.
"I just want some soup and some sleep." Yang groaned, rubbing at her eyes. "Well, and some company..." She looked up at Blake, and Blake sighed.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Yang smiled.
Weiss nodded, looking between the two a bit. "If that's all..."
When neither of them replied, she raised the garbage can into the air with a glyph, holding it still beside her as she let the room.
Blake looked at the blonde out of the corner of her eye, then stood.
For a moment, Yang looked betrayed, but Blake merely got the spare trashcan and returned to the bed. "Just in case."
"Right." The larger girl nodded.
Blake pulled out a book, and settled in. It was shaping up to be a long evening.
/
Glynda Goodwitch was enjoying a hot cup of tea in the student cafe when roses erupted into being beside her.
She took a long sip of her tea as Ruby told her about her older sister needing time off for sickness.
She nodded. "I was going to suggest she did, myself. She hasn't been herself for a few days. Standard practice is for the team leader to make sure each of the pair's professors know they need to miss an unspecified amount of time and to make arrangements for notes to be taken and assignments delivered."
Ruby ducked her head. "Okay, so just tell all of her teachers?"
Glynda took another sip of her tea. "Professors. And make sure to inform miss Belladonna's as well."
Ruby ducked her head again. "Got it, got it, bye!" She disappeared... and then reappeared, being held in the air as if an invisible hand had grabbed her cloak, looking slightly red. "Er, will that be all, Professor Goodwitch?"
Glynda took a particularly long sip. "Make sure that she gets plenty of fluids. If needed, the infirmary can provide pain relievers, cough syrup, and fever reducers in controlled amounts, provided you fill out the correct forms. Considering the side effects of Miss Xiao-Long's semblance, I would recommend picking up an aura suppressant as well, just in case."
Ruby was lowered to the ground.
"Give Mi- Give Yang-" Ruby gasped, then covered her mouth in shock. Glynda grinned a bit. "my regards, and tell her to stay in bed until she's at one hundred percent. I'll be having her spar with Miss Nikos on her first day back."
"Yes ma'am. Will that be all?" Ruby said, in a hushed monotone.
Glynda nodded, and the girl disappeared.
/
Weiss stared at the can in her hand.
Making chicken noodle soup was the expectation for a caretaker, right?
And it seemed simple.
Just put the can into the pan, add in a can's worth of water, cook and stir until it was hot enough.
She could do this.
She grabbed a can opener, and set to work.
Unfortunately for her, Beacon had a shortage of left handed can openers, so all she could do was flail helplessly at the can.
Well, not all she could do.
She took a quick look to either side of her, reaffirming that the premises were deserted. She started to channel her aura towards the can, hoping to pop off the lid.
The bottom of the can popped off, the contents sloshing out.
The circle of metal bounced once, twice... three times before coming to a stop, allowing her an unobstructed view of the pull-up ring.
It dawned on her that she hadn't needed a can-opener at all.
Weiss' eye twitched, but she cleaned up the mess and got another can down.
She could do this.
/
Blake held Yang's hair as the blonde heaved into the trash can, whispering anything she could to comfort the blonde.
"Hey, it's alright... come on, let it all out..."
When even the dry heaves had stopped, she handed Yang a fresh water bottle, and stroked her back soothingly, feeling more than a bit awkward.
Yang groaned and lowered herself backwards, placing her head in Blake's lap and stretching out on the bed.
Blake tensed up, and Yang began raising her head, muttering apologies. Blake shook her head. "No, it's fine. You can... it's fine."
Yang closed her eyes. "Thanks, Blake. 'ways there for me..." She muttered.
/
"-and she's pretty sick, so her and Blake will have to take a few days off, at least until she gets better, so Go- Professor Goodwitch told me to come by and tell all of their teachers."
Professor Port nodded along as he put the finishing touches on his latest painting, depicting a shirtless, mustachioed, flawless adonis grappling with a Goliath.
"Yes, I had noticed Miss Xiao-Long was not herself recently!" He blustered, turning to her and drawing himself up to his full height.
Which, while tall to Ruby, was distinctly unimpressive to just about anyone else.
Still, no one else mattered, as he was talking to one of the rare students shorter than him.
"Tell her I wish her a speedy recovery! I remember a time in my youth, I was thrust into the position of team leader when-"
"Okaygottagobye!"
Professor Port looked down at the roses on the floor, sighed, and went to fetch a broom.
/
Weiss looked down at the soup, nodding.
It seemed to be going well enough.
She added in a bit of ground red peppers, and turned to grab the salt.
*Fwoosh!*
She froze as she felt an overwhelming heat rise behind her, and turned to see a geyser of flame coming out of the pan.
She blinked, then looked down at the container of 'ground red peppers' in her hand.
Sure enough, it was far too crystalline.
Fire dust.
"Who.. why..."
She watched as the flames rose, then sighed and tossed a small vial of ice dust from her satchel into the pot, quenching the inferno.
She sighed.
/
Ruby blinked as the door slammed in her face.
She knocked again.
"Professor Peach! It's important!"
There was silence.
She sighed. If the professor wanted to do it this way...
"Yang Xiao-Long and Blake Belladonna have to miss your class for the next few days!" she yelled.
She received no answer, (though she would've sworn she'd heard the word 'Good.') and she prepared to yell again, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.
She turned around and found herself looking up at Professor Goodwitch. The professor eyed the door, then sighed. "I'm sure you were heard, Miss Rose. Professor Peach just has a very... secluded nature."
"-slammed the door in my face..." Ruby muttered.
Goodwitch sighed. "Tell me, Miss Rose, do you know what 'tenure' means?"
/
Weiss nodded as she poured the soup in the pan, and set it on the stove.
Barring any more unfortunate incidents, this should work.
Which was good, because she only had one more can after this.
She turned the burner on, and jumped back as flames exploded upwards.
Right, she thought. Probably should have made sure there wasn't any dust in the burner.
She grabbed another pan, as well as the last can of soup, and walked over to a different stove, silently thanking whoever had thought to put extra appliances in the dorm kitchens.
/
Blake frowned, dabbing at Yang's brow with a handkerchief. "You're sweating a lot, Yang. And you're really pale... do you want to go to the infi-"
Yang gave a weak laugh. "I must look like shit, huh? Sorry, I'm not good eye candy anymore..." She coughed.
Blake glared."You're sick, no one expects you to look good. Are-"
"Blaaake." Yang whined feebly. "You're supposed to say that I'm pretty anyway. You always tell a girl she looks good, okay? We're gonna get you a girlfriend one of these days, I swear..."
Blake looked down at her partner and shook her head, a wry smile fighting it's way onto her face. "You're still pretty, Yang."
Yang gave a shallow farce of her usual flirty smile, and Blake felt a fresh jolt of worry for the larger girl. "Am I pretty enough to get a good-night kiss?"
Blake paled. "Y-you're sick. I'd rather not catch anything."
Yang looked up at her, her face curiously blank. "I didn't say it was that kinda kiss, Blake... Not till the third date, at least." Blake flushed and looked away. "Nice to know it's on your mind, though." She tried to laugh and sent herself into a coughing fit.
Blake wordlessly handed her the water bottle.
/
"-and make sure she gets plenty of fluids!" The professor continued as he zipped around his office. "I would recommend large quantities of chicken noodle soup as well, lightly seasoned with lemon salt if at all possible to make sure-"
Ruby nodded along as she took notes, a part of her astonished at how much Doctor Oobleck actually knew about taking care of sick people. He'd been going for almost five minutes now, and had no signs of slowing down.
She looked down at her third sheet of notes and wondered if she'd have enough paper.
/
Weiss looked down at the soup, barely believing her eyes.
There was nothing wrong!
She'd done it!
She carefully poured it into a thermos, and grabbed a bowl and a spoon for the blonde.
/
Blake looked down at Yang, sleeping peacefully.
An ache shoots through her leg, and a small part of her wonders when she agreed to let the blonde sleep like this. The way she remembered it, she'd said it was alright for her head to be in her lap for a little while, not that it was alright to fall asleep there...
A larger part of her wonders why she's so tempted to give the larger girl the good-night kiss she'd asked for.
She just... she looks so peaceful, so calm, her eyes barely closed and the only motion in her body the soft rise and fall of her chest...
Then Yang's face tightens, a hand reaching up to her stomach as a pain shoots through her, and Blake acts without thinking.
She bends down and presses her lips to her partner's forehead, leaving them there for a moment until Yang is calm again.
She pulls back, whispering to the blonde to comfort her. "It's okay, I'm here."
Yang smiles in her sleep, and Blake finds herself returning it... until a bit of white catches her eye and she looks up to see Weiss standing there, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.
Blake finds herself whispering excuses and fighting off a blush. "She was in pain, and..." she takes a deep breath, and looks into Weiss' eyes. "You saw nothing." She says, speaking slowly and deliberately.
Weiss nods in agreement and steps forward, handing her a bowl and a spoon.
She holds it in place as Weiss pours the soup into it, then gives Yang a squeeze on the shoulder. "Hey... Weiss made you some soup. Are you hungry?"
Yang grimaces, but opens her eyes. "Hey.." She says, a tad blearily. Her eyes drift to the soup in Blake's hands, and she tries to smile. "Thanks, I'm starving."
She starts to reach for the bowl the same instant Blake gets a spoonful of the soup and pushes it towards her mouth.
None of them speak for a moment, and then Yang put her hands down, leaning forward slightly to eat the offered spoonful. She settles back into her spot, a hint of red coming to her cheeks.
Blake bites her lip, but scoops up another spoonful and guides it to the blonde's lips.
Ruby walks in as Yang swallows the soup, blinking at the two of them.
She shares a look with Weiss and then reddens a bit, biting her lip.
"Well?" Blake asks, ignoring her own blush even as she feeds Yang another spoonful. "What did Professor Goodwitch say?"
Ruby stared at the two of them for a moment., then shook her head. "Right... uh, she said that Yang should stay out until she's at a hundred percent again, and that I needed to tell all of your professors you two would be out for a few days, so I did, and-"
"Both of us?" Blake asked, absentmindedly feeding Yang another spoonful.
"It's standard protocol for partners to stay out and look after one another. You know how much damage a sick Huntsman can do, after all." Weiss spoke up.
"So, you're stuck with me all week?" Yang asked, in between spoonfuls.
Blake nodded down at her.
"I... I could probably talk Goodwitch into letting me do it, if you want." Ruby said, looking at the two of them with wide eyes.
"I'll be fine." Blake said, pointedly not looking at Yang. "I'm willing to take care of her for a few days."
"Thanks, Blake." Yang said, fluttering her eyelashes. "It's good to know you care, even if I didn't get that good-night kiss." She laughed, a tad weakly.
Weiss opened her mouth, but Blake sent the heiress her best pleading look.
She shook her head and walked over to her own bed, remaining silent., and Blake felt a rush of fondness for the smaller girl.
Blake fed Yang another spoonful, looking down at her and trying not to smile at the sight of the larger girl smiling goofily around the spoon up at her.
Ruby looked back and forth between them for a moment, then shook her head and zoomed up to her bed, apparently deciding not to say anything.