Atlas' Lucky Charm

Honestly she wasn’t sure what she was expecting when coming there. Maybe that he was still out of it, too drugged to know that she was visiting. That was not the case, however. Instead he seemed to be joking about his current predicament.

Annoyance flared, but Winter remembered that he didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know all that already happened. She wasn’t even certain she could tell him without bringing more trouble onto herself. Reaching for his hand, she wasn’t sure if it was for his comfort or hers.

“I was across the hall,” she gestured toward the large window that looked into the room she occupied until recently. The armor keeping her upright feeling even heavier knowing what happened in the hall not long ago. 

“What happened?” He didn’t know what was going on in Atlas, but she didn’t know what exactly happened to him. What caused this? The only information was that this was Qrow’s fault, but was that true?

Of course she’d want to know what happened. But...surely Qrow could have told her? “Didn’t Qrow tell you?” he asked, his voice slow and deliberate. Every word felt like an effort, but for her, he’d work through it.

“After the arrest order for Qrow and Robyn...things got chaotic pretty quick. Tyrian took advantage of the situation and crashed our ship. Robyn got knocked out and it devolved into a fight between Qrow, Tyrian and I. I managed to disarm Qrow, but while I was busy with him, I wasn’t watching my back and...well...” he paused, “I’m sure you know the rest.”

His wound still hurt, more than just physically. It stung with the knowledge that Qrow hadn’t seen reason. Then again, Clover supposed he wasn’t entirely blameless. If they hadn’t been so focused on fighting each other, they could have brought Callows in and sorted things out with the General.

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Everything ached and even with the fitted parts to keep her up and moving in these dire times, Winter felt the effort of each of her movements. Despite the constant pain, at least she was up and moving.

The same couldn’t be said for Clover.

She had duties to take care of, especially with how little time they had with the Grimm bearing down on them. Even so, it seemed wrong to just leave without checking in on him. A soft knock on the door frame was all she offered to alert him of her presence.

“Are you awake?”

The beeping of a heart rate monitor was the only company Clover had for a long while as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He heard the muffled voice of a woman - a doctor, he assumed - calling for more of some sort of medication at one point before the silence and the steady beeping of the machinery became the only occupants of the room once again.

He vaguely heard a knock on the door, but didn’t open his eyes for a few seconds. His body was sluggish to respond. Finally, when a familiar voice touched his ears, the heavy lids slid open and he smiled a very weak smile at Winter Schnee.

“Hey, this seat taken?” he asked, smiling at the younger, white haired girl. He fully expected the same answer he’d gotten every other time for the last week - “Yes, go away.” Winter Schnee had certainly made it clear that she was not interested in getting to know Clover - or anyone, really. He’d watched her eat lunch alone for a while. It seemed her team weren’t as close as many others. It happened sometimes. 

Winter certainly seemed to be a determined young woman. Even if they weren’t particularly close, her team were more than competent. Hell, they’d probably give some of the third years like himself a run for their money. But he saw something else behind that drive and determination.

She just seemed so damn lonely. He supposed he understood. People were probably either intimidated by her family name or wanted to be associated with the SDC, not *her*. 

“Miss Sterling!” Clover said, trying to look as friendly as possible. He knew she was unhappy with her situation, to put it mildly. No reason to make it worse. “I know you don’t like it, but you need rest and monitoring to make sure you’re going to be okay. We still aren’t sure if the implant is going to take properly, and if your body starts to reject it outside of our facilities, we don’t know what’ll happen to you. We just want to make sure you’re okay, Libra. We’re not the bad guys.”

He had his arms up in as non-threatening a position as he could muster. Hard, of course, when you’re the leader of the Ace Ops. He knew he had a reputation, but he hoped that she would see that he didn’t mean any harm.

“Let’s just head back to the hospital, Libra. We’re really just trying to help.”