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Title: Medic, medic, heal my need
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 7
Characters: Shuuhei, Yumichika, Ichigo
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Warnings: nothing so far
AN: So I might have been decorating for the last several hours. I hurt but I got most of it done. Which is nice. I’m here to post this lovely chapter.

Question: If I made a discord centered around talking to me in real time, would you guys be interested in it? *is curious*

Enjoy!

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Walking up to Yumichika’s and Shuuhei’s home a week after the festival, Ichigo sighed and knocked on the door, blushing when Shuuhei opened the door with a curious look. The older male just chuckled and stepped back, allowing him in. “Get kicked out of the house again?” he asked, Yumichika looking out of the kitchen.

“Yeah. His lover has been busy and since they now have a few days off that line up, they’re going to take advantage of it,” Ichigo snorted. “I hope you don’t mind me taking over your guest room for a couple of days?” he asked.

Yumichika snorted. “Of course not.” He came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “You know that you’re always welcomed here. We were just making a snacky dinner and going to watch some of the movies that you let us borrow yesterday.”

“I can kick it in my room,” Ichigo offered, hefting up his bag as Shuuhei snorted, stealing the bag and heading into the backroom.

“Nonsense. Take off your wajari and come to the kitchen with me. I’m sure you’ll be more of a help than Shuuhei right now. He can make some of the best dinners in the world. Ask him to make a snack and you get...something. Usually boring something,” he drawled, Shuuhei rolling his eyes as he disappeared into the guest room.

Ichigo chuckled and pulled off his wajari, laying them next to the other wajari of his friends before padding after Yumichika. The two of them had found a love of cooking together and often cooked when Shuuhei wasn’t making the meals that they shared. Shaking his head, he took over making the vegetable tempura while Yumichika continued to cut up fresh fruit to go with the vanilla greek yogurt and fresh caramel sauce that was cooling.

Shuuhei looked in, swallowing heavily when Ichigo offered Yumichika a slightly cooled piece of tempura, the other male eating it off of the chopsticks with a happy hum. Deciding that it was best to set up the living room, he went to do just that. He moved their couch to rest against one wall before moving the coffee table out of the way. After that was done, he pulled out the overstuffed, extra large futon that was shoved into a closet off to the side, laying it out. Finding the covering, he covered the futon before piling the pillows and blankets, knowing that Yumichika and Ichigo both liked to make nests while watching movies.

With the futon set up, he moved the TV on it’s moveable arm so that they could watch their movies in comfort and put the first DVD into the player, making sure that the wires were out of the way. Under the TV he set up for a smallish fire to be started, the weather outside turning cooler as they headed further into the fall months. He cursed the fact that their home was an older home and they still had to do a lot of work to update it. The front rooms and kitchens were still chilly at night while the bedrooms were better, but still had their own heaters.

With that done, he went to help Ichigo and Yumichika with carrying the food and trays that they would use for to hold them. It didn’t take long to set up the trays at the head of the futon, easily gotten at but out of the way.

“I’m going to change out of my uniform before anything,” Ichigo drawled, looking down at his uniform and the fact that he had flour and panko crumbs all over it. Yumichika chuckled and waved him off. Padding into the guest room, he stripped out of his uniform, dropping it into the small laundry basket in a corner, and took a moment to wipe down his skin with a washcloth. While he hadn’t done a lot of work outside of paperwork and checking his two patients, there was always a lingering feeling of the Fourth on a person’s skins.

Dropping the damp cloth on top of his uniform, he pulled on a comfortable yukata, cursing Hanataro for buying him so many and getting him hooked. Sliding on a pair of thick socks, he padded out into the living room once more, Shuuhei standing up from where he had started the fire, a bottle of sake warming in a bowl of hot water.

“Sake?” he asked, sounding amused. “I can’t get drunk tonight,” he told them, taking Shuuhei’s hand to sit down on the futon in the middle. “I have work starting about noon.”

“Just a little to relax with,” Yumichika promised with a smile, tilting his head and sitting next to him on his knees. Picking up a plate, he used a set of chopsticks to place a few items on the plate, handing it to Ichigo before using a small bowl to put some of the greek yogurt into it. “Nothing amazing.”

“Good,” Ichigo huffed, looking over the options before picking up a blackberry with his chopsticks, dipping it into the yogurt and eating it. Shuuhei chuckled and took a seat next to him, laying out the cups next to him and testing the bottle.

“We have our own duties tomorrow afternoon. Along with the late afternoon meeting, so we’re not after getting drunk either,” Shuuhei drawled, getting his own food while the sake finished warming. “We’re just here to rest and relax,” he continued, sitting down after he had grabbed the remotes to the TV and dvd player.

Ichigo hummed and settled in amongst the blankets, placing his plate of food on his lap. Dipping a piece of fruit in the yogurt, he bit into it with a sigh of pleasure, Shuuhei starting the movie. Yumichika chuckled and settled in next to him, pouring the three of them some of the sake when it was warm enough.

After they had finished their snacks for the moment, Ichigo found himself curled up, using Shuuhei as his personal pillow, the man’s arm wrapped around his back and resting over his hip. It didn’t feel odd, rather it was comfortable. More so since Yumichika was doing the same thing on the other side of Shuuhei, much to the man’s amusement and enjoyment. Shifting, he rubbed his face against his friend’s side and sighed.

“We almost lost Renji,” he finally blurted out, Yumichika blinking and sitting up to stare at him with a worried look.

“Want to tell us about it?” he asked, reaching out and stroking a hand over Ichigo’s arm, Shuuhei using his now free arm to grab the DVD remote and pausing the movie.

Ichigo took a slow breath, curling closer to Shuuhei as Yumichika laced their fingers together. “He doesn’t remember but his wound? It was deep. And nasty. He nearly bled out it was so bad.” He shivered, Shuuhei pulling him closer. Yumichika shifted and moved over their bodies to press up against Ichigo’s back, pressing him between the two of them. “He doesn’t remember the fact that my hands was buried in his guts, stopping all the blood from gushing from his body. He doesn’t remember the thirteen hours that we spent putting him back together after stopping him from dying of blood loss. And it’s all I can do to stop myself from breaking down.”

Yumichika made a soft soothing sound as he pressed up against Ichigo’s back, hands rubbing at his arms as Shuuhei frowned slightly, shifting around so that he could hold the two men close. “Oh, Ichigo, it’s never good to hold such things in. He was your first wasn’t he?” Yumichika asked.

Ichigo nodded, relaxing into the two men’s hold with a soft sigh. “Yeah.” He moved slightly and sighed when he was able to rest his head on Shuuhei’s arm. “He was. It was harder than I anticipated. I knew that it was going to be hard, I just wasn’t expecting it to be that hard when it happened though. I did and saw things during the war…” he sighed.

Yumichika pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Yes, but doing and seeing is different for a healer, Ichigo. It’s your job to save them. And when it comes to losing or almost losing a patient, it hits hard,” he said, wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s lean waist. “For tonight, how about we just rest here tonight?” he asked, looking at his lover.

Shuuhei smiled and brushed a bit of his mate’s dark hair out of his face. “That sounds just perfect. Let me do up the dishes while you and Ichigo build up the nest that I know you two will create,” he teased, Ichigo blushing at the teasing words before huffing.

“I don’t see you complaining about the fact that we build nests,” Ichigo grumbled, turning over and cuddling into Yumichika, the sake in his system just enough to make him warm and cuddly. Shuuhei chuckled, patted his hip and stood up, leaving his lover to cuddle Ichigo into a well deserved sleep. They were both glad that he had opened up though. Glad that Ichigo had let out that pain for their young friend and hopefully future lover.
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