#|| yellowember

Once she saw Yang hit the ground, she bolted towards her teammate. She quickly knelt next to her, picking Yang up in her arms.to try and get the blonde to look at her. “Yang-- focus. Keep your eyes open. I’ll get you help.”

Please don’t die on me, please. You still need to find your mother.

Blake brushed a bit of hair from Yang’s face as her gaze floated. “Ruby needs you-- this team needs you. ... I need you, Yang.”

Blake moves to try and get Yang on her feet but the blonde winced before shaking her head.

She didn’t want to try. Even she knew that she wouldn’t survive.

“Yang, please,” Blake whispered as she saw the fire slowly dying out.

She gasped for air as she felt the warmth from Yang. A smile cracked from her lips as she grasped her friend’s arm. “Yang... you’re here,” she said before coughing-- finding it harder and harder to breath.

It hurt at first.

She shouldn’t have confronted her past by herself. She shouldn’t have gone after them. They knew her weaknesses, they knew she was a traitor... a deserter. They had to kill her-- no matter what.

Her top was damp with blood from the wound, clinging to her body as she was trying to cling to life, to stay with her teammates. They needed her and she needed them. Her breath grew ragged as she grew... tired...

No.

Stay awake.

Yang was so warm, though... it reminded her of home, of her mother.

“Blake,” she heard a voice call to her. “It’s time to go home with your father and I.”

With her eyes half open, she whispered. “Mama? Mama, I miss you-- I wanna go home...”

“Lets go to sleep, Kitten.”