(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-04 17:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, li-ming, yang xiao long |
Who: Yang and Li
What: Yang’s dream lead to something messy
When: morning of 6/3
Where: Their apartment
Status: complete
Rating/warnings: R for blood and dismemberment
It hadn’t been easy at first. Blake had doubted her, but after she explained how her ex had changed, Yang understood a little why Blake had been almost… fearful. The idea of Yang losing control, and hurting her… okay so that had hurt, but then Blake had believed her.
It still left Yang feeling...terrible. A feeling which only got worse as the tournament went on. First they were disqualified. She wasn’t even sure she’d be allowed to attend the tournament in person any more.
Then Penny. Ruby’s friend, this kind of weird girl. She went up against their other friend, Pyrrha.
And it had seemed like an even battle right up until Pyrrha used her semblance. Polarity, the ability to manipulate metal - and the whole world discovered that Penny was not a real girl. Ripped apart on live television. And then things only got worse. The camera’s seemed locked on the stage, and a woman’s voice talked about if they could really trust their leaders. Then there’d been a well timed attack of Grimm, lured by the dismay and negative emotion that had been generated, between Yang’s fight, and what had happened with Penny, and the woman’s words. To make matters worse,someone hijacked all the robot soldiers and turned them on the people of Vale!
The White Fang attacked, as well, and that had been enough to make Yang ignore her house arrest and go looking for her sister and her friends. She found Weiss first. Her sister was missing, and Blake had chased after a dangerous Grimm. Trusting Weiss with her sister, Yang went chasing after Blake.
Crushing Grimm, beating up White Fang, it didn’t matter, she had to find Blake.
It was Blake’s cry of pain that she heard, and she saw a man pulling a sword out of her stomach. I will destroy everything you love, starting with her, he’d told Blake, though Yang hadn’t heard.
Yang saw red. “GET AWAY FROM HER!”
She shot forward, propelled by the recoil on her gauntlets, hair ablaze and just the traces of tears in her eyes, every intention of punching the man’s head clean off.
He barely moved. One second he’d been standing there, ready for her attack. The next, his sword was out and Yang felt pain lance up her right arm before she lost consciousness.
Yang woke up screaming. The pain was still there, glowing yellow light just above her right elbow as her aura tried to repair the damage. The rest of her arm lay on the bed, blood pooling in the sheets. The glow faded, leaving an angry red stump where her arm had been.
Li had gone to sleep early that night, having been up most of the previous night working on her composition. While she hadn’t dreamt of her dream life in the Yshari Sanctum, she had dreamt of music, of the composition she was working on. At least until she’d been woken up by screaming. Li practically leapt out of bed, clad in a tank top and pajama pants, her waist-length hair in a braid.
“Yang,” she said and bolted out of her room and into Yang’s. She didn’t bother to knock. Screaming was enough to bypass being polite. And that’s when she saw the blood, the bloody stump of her arm, and the rest of it on the bed. To her credit, Li didn’t freak out too badly. She managed to keep her cool. “I will call 911 and get some towels to try and staunch the bleeding.” And just like that she was on the move, dashing to the bathroom to grab a couple towels, then returning to Yang’s side as she moved to wrap the towel around the bloody stump.
She then grabbed the phone, possibly even Yang’s cell phone, to dial 911.
Yang stared at the remains of her arm. She wanted to scream again. The initial pain had faded leaving a dull ache in its place. The crazy thing was she could almost feel her hand. Almost. The pain came back when Li wrapped a towel around it. “What the fuck, what the fuck.” She repeated that like a mantra. There were tears on her face, but she was in shock. It hadn’t fully registered yet. Maybe it never would.
Li spoke with the emergency operator, managing to relatively calmly give the necessary details. However, now and then she’d slip into speaking Chinese. Maintaining English was difficult for her, and one sign pointing to the fact she was not okay with this by any stretch of the imagination. But she kept it together, catching herself and speaking in English again. The operator stayed on the phone, telling her what to do in order to try and slow the bleeding as best as she could until paramedics arrived.
“Yang, focus on me, okay? Can you focus on me?” Li needed to keep Yang awake.
“I can still feel it,” Yang whispered. “Why can I still feel it?” She lifted her eyes to Li’s, blinking them clear. Or at least trying to. This had to be a nightmare, it couldn’t possible be real. How could a dream cut her arm off?
Blake. Blake. Oh god, he’d cut her arm off and now he was probably going to kill both of them. She couldn’t even protect Blake, or her sister or Weiss. That was her job, she had one job, she was the tank and she’d been disarmed.
Literally.
And she couldn’t even form that into a proper pun right now.
“I do not know why,” Li said honestly. Though it was probably some sort of biological science thing, but that wasn’t Li’s strong point at all so she wouldn’t comment about it. “It will be okay, the paramedics are on their way. Just stay with me, okay?” She’d managed to form a tourniquet of a sort with the direction of the emergency operator. It at least gave her something to do, to focus on to keep from losing it.
Though she also mentally smacked her dream self. Why didn’t she have any fire spells? She could instantly cauterize the wound if she did. Or better yet, if she had any healing spells that would’ve worked as well. But no, those were not spells she was studying.
Yang felt like she could twitch her fingers, but of course nothing happened. She had enough sense left to throw her sheet over the arm. Could they reattach arms? What if they put it on ice, doctors reattached fingers didn’t they? Or was this just..too big. She couldn’t think, she could barely focus. She looked at Li like she wanted to just lay down and pass out. At least that way she could pretend none of this was happening.
Li had no idea if the arm could be reattached or not, though she supposed miracles could happen. There were plenty of stories about doctors successfully reattaching body parts and so forth. Finally, the paramedics arrived, and Li let them in, then gave them room to do their thing. Though she still stayed close to Yang, and she’d be making the trip to the hospital with her as well.
And then there was needing to come up with a story about what had happened to Yang’s arm. But for now it was more pressing to make sure that Yang didn’t die.
‘I woke up this way’ probably wouldn’t fly as an excuse. And there was no evidence of breaking an entering. Yang wasn’t really in a place to describe what happened, too out of it to do more than acknowledge when someone spoke to her. Maybe the shock of the trauma could be enough to at least make people not think she was crazy. She wasn’t crazy, was she, this was really happening? She’d rather be crazy. “..Li?”
She wanted to ask her if she’d seen Blake, if Blake and Ruby were okay but god, she didn’t know them. Yang didn’t even know Blake in this life. But her sister.. “Don’t...don’t call my sister yet.”
“I promise,” Li responded. “I will not call anyone unless you want me to.” And she wouldn’t. She was trying to come up with some sort of story that could plausibly explain this sequence of events. Considering the lack of someone breaking and entering, that was out. Violent lover’s spat with said lover having run off? Maybe, but she wasn’t exactly certain how that would go over. No, there had to be something that could explain it without Li looking like the one who had cut Yang’s arm off.
Yang didn’t even have a lover, not for lack of trying. She laid her head back, closing her eyes and frankly wishing for oblivion. She couldn’t face this, she couldn’t deal with it, and maybe later she’d feel bad about leaving all that pressure on Li but right now she was completely focused on the loss of her arm. She’d never seen anyone move so fast. She hadn’t even seen Adam draw his weapon. “Li?” she asked again.”this..isn’t a dream is it.”
Li would try to think of something while on the way to the hospital, and while there. It had been a clean cut that had taken Yang’s arm off, which left some options, but it needed to plausible to have happened. Perhaps some sort of acquaintance had come over while high and attacked Yang while she was in bed and Li chased them off? Well. It was at least better than anything else at the moment.
“No, it is not. I am sorry,” Li said. The paramedics were ready to transport Yang and her arm, and Li followed with them. “I am right here, Yang. I am not going to leave you alone until the doctor needs room to work, okay?”
Nodding, Yang tried to calm down as she was loaded into the ambulance. She reasoned there were people in her dreams with… metal parts. General Ironwood was practically a cyborg! If he could have an arm (and more) replaced...maybe her dreams would be kind to her. She deserved it, after all of this. “It’s….really bad isn’t it.”
Li got into the ambulance as well, ensuring to grab keys and such on her way out. She took a spot out of the way of the paramedics, but close enough to try and give Yang some sort of comfort. “Yes, it is. But you are strong, and you will get through this.” Li set a hand on the shoulder of Yang’s uninjured arm and gave it a comforting squeeze. “You are not alone either.” She’d do whatever she could to help Yang recover.
Her arm had been wrapped up so at least she didn’t have to look at it, so she turned her head (or rolled it rather) to look at Li. She was glad Li was here. She didn’t know what she’d have done if she’d been alone. Or worse, still living at home with her sister. Ruby didn’t deserve to deal with this, and the more she dreamt she was starting to think she didn’t want Ruby dreaming ever again, just to protect her from watching her friends suffer.
But she still missed Blake, and Juane and Pyrrha and yes even the ice queen. “...Thanks…”
“You are welcome,” Li responded with a little smile. Whatever Yang had dreamt of obviously hadn’t been good, but she wouldn’t pry about it, especially not now when Yang wasn’t all that with it and there were people there that would think they were both crazy. So it was just being moral support and doing what she could to try and keep Yang calm.
Yang nodded, and then closed her eyes. While she didn’t want to go back to sleep, she also didn’t want to stay awake. Everything was just so...overwhelming.