Rainfall Sunshine | By : phoenixreal Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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For some reason, Grimmjow couldn’t keep his mind off the kid. Eight weeks passed, and he couldn’t get that face out of his head no matter how hard he tried. He went on with his daily work, as always, and he had his cases. They had a lot of women that had been forced to work in the brothel that his team was dealing with. They had brought in all the women that worked the brothel. Meninas McAllon had been in charge of running the upper and lower levels of Loving Touch. Giselle Gewelle had been in charge of the girls downstairs. Berenice Gabrielli had been the money handler. Aside from the three of them, they had brought in one man, Gerard Valkyrie, who had apparently been a guard for the brothel. In those eight weeks, none of them had talked no matter the motivation or offers they were given.
“I don’t get it,” Rukia growled as she sat at her desk in the narrow office next to the director of the criminal enforcement division’s office. Director Ukitake was standing in her office looking off the level into the lower bullpen where the agents were mingling together. “None of them will turn.”
“They believe in what they were doing,” Ukitake said with a sigh. “Any word on the boy?”
“Director Unohana said that he was stable, in a regular room, but he still hasn’t woken up. There’s something there, though. Did you see what tech caught?” Rukia asked as she stood and picked up a report folder that had been delivered that morning.
Ukitake nodded. “Yeah, I saw. There’s a hit on him already. The boy might not be more than a vegetable when he wakes up, if he wakes up, but for some reason they want him dead for certain. He heard or saw something while he was there. That’s the only explanation.”
“Maybe that nonsense he spoke before he seized up meant something?” she said, opening the other folder on her desk. “Rainfall sunshine. What the hell would that mean?”
Ukitake shook his head. “It had to occur there, whatever he knows.” He turned and saw Director Sōsuke Aizen walking across the floor toward the back and snorted. “You know, if he’d said something like sunburst, I might be worried…”
Rukia glanced up. “Huh?” Rukia asked, confused.
“The Organized Crime division’s insignia. It looks like a sunburst, if you look at it a little sideways,” he said with a frown. “Did they get anything off the rape kits?”
“The DNA came back inconclusive. The samples were mixed. Also, there were traces of bleach…” she muttered the last.
Ukitake sighed. “Someone involved doesn’t want to be identified. We confirmed from Grimmjow that one of them was Nödt? He’s hard to miss, though.”
“Yeah, he was, and possibly Bazz from the description of the hair. One oral sample was connected to Nödt,” Rukia said with a frown. “They weren’t worried about getting caught, but someone was. They think there were four samples, but with the degradation…”
Ukitake shook his head. “Something doesn’t seem right about all of this. I’m not sure what it is. I’ll put some more people on the contract and see if we can’t trace back to Yahweh. Did they get anything off the tox screens?”
“Vermillion Rose, as we suspected, but a highly-concentrated version of it. That alone almost killed the boy,” Rukia sighed. “Amazingly, the stomach wound was the least of his problems. Managed to not injure anything other than the muscle surrounding his intestines. If he wakes up, the problem is going to be what the Vermillion Rose has done to his head. We’re pretty sure Yahweh’s scrambled his own brain with that stuff.”
Ukitake nodded. “Let me know if there is any change. Send Grimmjow and Nel over to check in with the Kurosaki family.”
Rukia closed the files and looked up a few minutes after Ukitake left to see Grimmjow’s imposing form leaning against the doorframe. “Heard that?”
“Ya, sorry. Was waiting to see if you knew anything.”
“Head over. See if he’s shown any sign of waking up,” Rukia said with a deeper sigh.
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Grimmjow stood outside the room and looked in. Two months. He knocked on the frame of the door and saw that they had given him a roommate. Isshin sat in a chair beside the bed. He looked up at Grimmjow’s gentle knock. He smiled and stood up, walking into the hall.
“Agent Jaegerjaquez.”
“Grimmjow, please,” he said. “Or Grimm’s fine. Um, how is he?” he asked.
Isshin glanced behind him at the bed where Ichigo lay with an IV and oxygen. The bruising had gone, for the most part. After the initial twenty-four hours had passed, Ichigo had hung on. It wasn’t without incident. The first week, he’d coded twice, and technically had been dead for nearly a minute once. His arm had required pins to stabilize it, and his hand had been damaged severely. The orbital bone had also required some reconstruction, and there had been several surgeries once he’d finally been stabilized enough for them. There was a major question about brain function, however. Those that overdosed on Vermillion Rose sometimes didn’t fare well.
“Uh, well, they’ve said his surgical sites have healed well. The abdominal wound was less severe than they thought initially. He was lucky that way. His hand won’t ever be the same again, so I don’t think he’ll have a chance to become a surgeon like he wanted. Ah, but it depends on him now. He has to wake up,” Isshin said with a sigh. “I…and that doesn’t even count the assault. To think…I’ve fretted so much over my girls, you know, growing up in this world, and I never imagined that it…it would be my son who suffered this type of thing. I mean, he’d never even dated anyone, male or female…”
“Male or female, it don’t matter,” Grimmjow said with a sigh. “That’s why we work in mixed teams. Rape is violence, not sex, so it don’t matter even what the perp’s normal preference is. I’ve put away more than one straight guy that attacked a man. Violence and making them feel less than human. That’s what this shit is about.”
Isshin smirked. “You know, that boy and sex. I had the talk early,” Isshin shook his head and leaned against the doorframe. “He told me he had no interest, and I was a bit worried, maybe it was hormone issues. I am a doctor. I did run tests, checked testosterone levels, you know, just to make sure there was nothing physically wrong with him. Everything seemed to be normal, so I figured that he'd eventually blossom, if you'll forgive the expression." Isshin gave him a sideways grin. “But never happened. You expect boys to go through certain…ah stages…when they hit puberty. Wet dreams, urges, masturbation, it comes with the territory. Ichigo never had that happen. He showed zero interest in sex or sexual stimulation. He said it was unnecessary to his goals to become a doctor."
“Asexual?” Grimmjow asked, curious.
“He said no when I asked him. Well, no, he didn’t say no, he said he just didn’t know for sure. He said he was going to figure it out once he got out of school. To know that he’s probably never going to reach his dream is painful,” Isshin said with a sigh again.
“I see they gave him a roommate?” Grimmjow asked.
“Yeah, I actually am familiar with the head psychiatrist, Dr. Ishida. He’s an old friend of my wife’s family. He knew I’d be here frequently with Ichigo, and the other young man is epileptic with a history of mental disturbances and hallucinations. So he asked to put him in there. Ichigo…won’t mind,” he said as he glanced back into the room.
Both Grimmjow and Isshin, though, caught the twitching of his hand. Both rushed into the room. Both watched as his eyes fluttered and opened. Isshin resumed his seat beside him, clutching his hand tightly, and Grimmjow stood on the other side of him. He turned his head to either side of him before he looked at Isshin, then over at Grimmjow. He blinked, confused, brows knitted together. He turned back to Isshin then yanked his arm away with wild eyes. He glanced over to Grimmjow and grabbed his hand in a crushing grip that made the detective wince.
"Wh-where am I?" he stuttered as he stared up at Grimmjow.
His father spoke up, but didn’t grab his hand again. "You're okay, Ichigo, you're in the hospital, and you've been asleep for a while, but you're awake now!"
The boy swallowed, turning to look at Isshin again, gripping Grimmjow's hand in his left even harder. "Who are you? I don't know you."
Isshin looked like he'd just been gut punched. He stood up and ran out the door to summon Dr. Unohana no doubt.
Ichigo's eyes came to rest on Grimmjow's face. "I know you. I mean, I don't know you, but I do. Is my name Ichigo?"
Grimmjow wished Ichigo’s father would come back, he had no idea how to deal with the kid in this condition. "Um, yah, your name is Ichigo, and that guy was your dad."
The boy tilted his head slightly and nodded, taking in the information. "I don't like him."
"What, he's your dad, you can't not like him," Grimmjow said with a frown.
He frowned, a scowl fixing itself comfortably on his brow. "I don't care. I don't like him. I like you."
Grimmjow had seen plenty of people damaged after assaults in this job, but this was a first. He wasn't the type to take care of anyone. Occasionally, he’d connect with a victim, but that was really Nel’s job, not his.
"Yeah, well kid, that don't matter none, you'll be going home with your dad, okay?"
Ichigo looked away, still gripping his hand. "No."
Grimmjow was about to say something when Isshin returned with Dr. Unohana in tow. Behind them were Ichigo’s sisters who had apparently been in the hospital somewhere.
"Onii-chan!" the brown haired one shouted, running toward the bed and hugging her brother.
Ichigo stiffened and pushed her away. "Please, don't do that, who are you?"
The girl backed away and looked at her dad. "I'm Yuzu, your sister, remember?"
Ichigo shook his head. "I don't know anyone except him." He still had a grip on Grimmjow’s hand.
Dr. Unohana sighed. "Isshin, take your daughters to the waiting room, and let me examine him. There may be a temporary amnesia. I'll do an exam and see." Isshin herded the two girls back out of the room quickly.
She moved forward to reach for Ichigo and he flinched violently away, jerking his body toward the side of the bed that Grimmjow stood on. "Don't touch me!"
"Ichigo, it's okay, I'm your doctor and your friend, Retsu? I've been treating you since you came in several weeks ago?" she said, gently leaning forward.
"No."
To Grimmjow’s surprise, Ichigo sat up, using Grimmjow’s arm to pull himself up and pulled himself off the bed. Of course, he crumpled once he got to his feet, his legs unable to support him after two months of disuse. His IVs came out with a pop and blood ran down his arm from the wounds. He fell in a heap on the floor, clutching the side of the bed and panting.
"Whoa, there, Ichigo!" Grimmjow exclaimed and then reached for him to help him up. Ichigo latched onto his leg and wouldn't let go. “Come on, get back in the bed, please?” he said, trying to pry to young man off of him, but he had a vice like grip on his leg now.
Grimmjow stopped pushing him because he realized he was trembling where he sat, staring at the side of the bed. "No, don't let them touch me."
Grimmjow couldn’t imagine what it must be like to wake up with no memory. The whole world seeming strange, but if he was this scared, was his memory really gone?
Dr. Unohana sighed and nodded to him. "I'll be back with a psych consult, can you stay here, Agent?"
Grimmjow nodded. As she left, Grimmjow leaned over and scooped Ichigo up and put him back into the bed. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the tray table and pressed it to his arm where the IV had come out. "What's wrong with you? She's your doctor. Even without your memory, you should know doctors are here help you."
He shook his head. "No, I don't know her. I don't want her to touch me."
Ichigo crossed his arms in a huff and Grimmjow seriously thought he was pouting. So they sat in silence for a while until the doctor came back with a young man who looked to perhaps a few years older than Ichigo himself.
"Ichigo? This is Dr. Uryū Ishida. He's with our psychiatric department and he wants to see if he can help you figure out where your memory has gone, okay?" she said, introducing the young, thin, dark haired man. Grimmjow heard movement on the other side and saw Ichigo’s roommate was watching them. Dr. Unohana, though, pulled the curtain shut around them and came back into the now enclosed space around the bed.
"I won't talk to him," Ichigo said sternly. "I won't talk to anyone."
Uryū sat down beside the bed in the chair Isshin had been using, and the Dr. Unohana reached over to pull Grimmjow out of the room.
"No!" Ichigo yelped, as though bitten, and reached out and grabbed Grimmjow's hand tightly again. "I'll talk to this guy, if you stay." He turned wide, brown eyes up to him and Grimmjow was once again struck by them, but the only thing he could see was the bloody mess his face had been in when he found him.
Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair and sighed, locking eyes with Dr. Unohana who nodded almost imperceptibly. He sat down on the edge of the bed near the point it sat up, putting his hip against Ichigo’s. Ichigo looked at him with that wide eyed almost innocent look and smiled at him. He then sighed and seemed to visibly relax.
"Okay, Ichigo, I know you don't want to talk, but can you tell me what you remember?" Uryū asked, jotting down information on his clipboard.
Ichigo looked thoughtful. "Blue eyes in the darkness, that's what I remember, then I woke up here."
Uryū looked up again. "Anything else?"
"Nope."
The young doctor made a few more notes. "How are you feeling now?"
Ichigo thought again. "My arm and my face ache sorta, and my stomach feels weird, and I feel fuzzy."
"No, I mean, how do you feel emotionally, not physically?"
Ichigo looked down at his hand tightly intertwined with Grimmjow's larger one. "I…I don't feel anything."
"Are you sure about that, Ichigo?" he continued.
He thought again. "When he lets go, my heart goes faster and I want him to come back and hold my hand again."
"Interesting," Uryū said, jotting things down.
There were a few more terse questions and answers, none leading anywhere helpful. He remembered he loved rain and sunshine, and he loved the color red and loved chocolates, especially the boxed kind you got for Valentine's Day. He was adamant that the coconut ones were terrible though, claiming he didn’t like eating haybales. The only inkling that he remembered anything was he said he remembered something about being scared a lot, but he didn’t know why. After it was done, he said he was tired and wanted to go back to sleep again. Before he slept though, he asked Grimmjow to stay.
As soon as he was asleep though, Grimmjow got up to go find something to eat and head home. Now that he was awake, and they weren’t getting much help on the case out of the him since he had amnesia, he’d have to move on to other cases or different lines of inquiry. He leaned against the counter where the free coffee was and poured another cup of the god awful stuff and tried to figure out what he would do if the kid couldn't explain what exactly he’d seen that merited a hit being put on him. Now that he was conscious, they’d have to get some agents on permanent guard, though. He didn’t realize he’d been stirring his coffee in thought for a good five minutes.
he was stirred from his thoughts by the frantic screams of the kid in the room behind him. He dropped the coffee and ran back inside to find him fighting two nurses who were trying to draw blood from him while he was sleeping. It looked like one was trying to get the arm restraints on him.
Grimmjow walked up in a couple quick strides and put a hand on his shoulder. "Ichigo, you need to stop!" he said.
When his frantic brown eyes met his cyan ones, he relaxed and his eyes filled with tears immediately. The boy took in a hitching breath. "You left me! Why'd you leave me?"
Grimmjow sighed. He kept his hand in place. "I had to piss, kid, okay, and went to grab coffee. You can't flip out on them every time they come in here."
The boy snuggled his head into the hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't leave again…"
The nurses, annoyed, got the blood and left finally. A few minutes later, Dr. Unohana came back in and talked to Ichigo. The responses were the same. Unless Grimmjow was there, he refused to cooperate with anyone. Grimmjow had no idea what he was supposed to do with this. Finally, he looked at her.
“Dr. Unohana, I have to get back to the office, I can’t just hang out in a hospital room,” he said. “Cap is gonna skin me if I don’t report back,” he whispered after Ichigo had fallen asleep again. He still gripped Grimmjow’s hand even though.
Unohana sighed and nodded. “I’ll contact Director Ukitake. How important is what this boy knows?” she asked
“They put a hit on him for it, whatever it is. He’s not going to be safe, and if he stays here, someone might try to get in after him,” Grimmjow confirmed.
“I thought that might be the case,” she said and left.
After a while, they came in and sedated Ichigo through the IV so they could take him for testing. Grimmjow took the opportunity to call in to his captain. He stepped out into the hallway and dialed the office.
“Yo, Cap,” he said with a sigh.
“Grimmjow, seems like you fell into an interesting position,” Rukia said with a smirk to her voice. “Papa Grimmjow imprinted on the kitten, eh?”
Grimmjow snorted. “I didn’t do nothing to make it happen, so don’t start, Cap. What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Director Unohana doesn’t think forcing him to go with his family is a good idea.”
“What, why? He can’t stay in the hospital!” he growled. “He has to go somewhere.”
There was a pause. “Yeah, that he does. One of our safe houses is the best bet.”
“Can’t argue that. Probably would be a problem if he went with his family anyway. That’s a good way to get more people killed…” Grimmjow mused.
“There’s a meeting there at the hospital in about an hour. Director Ukitake will be there, please attend,” she said. “I’m counting on you, Grimm!”
Before he could answer, she hung up. “What the hell is that supposed to mean…” he muttered as he put his cell in his pocket.
He looked back to see the skinny doctor, Uryū, had gone into Ichigo’s room. Grimmjow frowned. Ichigo wasn’t in there, just his roommate. He watched as the doctor gave the patient, a younger man about the same age as Ichigo with dark hair pulled back, a kiss on the cheek before coming out. Uryū stopped short when he realized Grimmjow was watching him.
“Ah, Agent…” he stammered.
“Grimm, take it you’re not the other guy’s doc,” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, no, ah, Shinobu is my partner. He’s epileptic, so they like to keep him in the open rooms. He’s not much for chatting with other patients either. Putting him in with a comatose patient seemed a good way to keep an eye on him since Ichigo always had someone keeping an eye on the room,” Uryū said, and Grimmjow saw the blush starting to stain his cheeks a bit. “He’s having a rough patch, and my father is his psychiatrist.”
Grimmjow nodded. “Yeah, noticed he doesn’t say anything. But good he’s got someone to look after him, huh?” he added.
Uryū nodded. “Will you be at the meeting?”
“Yeah, my Cap said I’m supposed to be there,” he answered.
“For the best, considering he seems to only like you,” Uryū commented. “I’ve got a couple other patients to check on before the meeting, so I’ll be going,” he said as he walked away.
Grimmjow watched him go and then headed to the conference room on the floor. No one was there yet, so he sat down and played a card game on his phone. He heard the door open and close and looked up to see Director Ukitake walking in with Dr. Unohana. Both acknowledged him and sat down. A few minutes later, Isshin Kurosaki and Uryū came in as well.
Dr. Unohana looked around. “Thank you all. I believe that the situation merits discussion. Isshin, this is Director Ukitake, over our criminal enforcement, and the special victims’ division. Now, I’ll let him explain the situation.”
Ukitake nodded, pushing white hair behind his ears. “The situation isn’t good. Since Ichigo regained consciousness this morning, word has already been sent to the Wandenreich. This means that they are actively watching the hospital and may make a move at any time. We know that a contract hit already exists, but we don’t know who might try to take it. It could come from within the Wandenreich or from some outside source. They want Ichigo dead for whatever he witnessed in that basement.”
Scratching his head, Grimmjow spoke up. “I don’t understand. How could they know already? And what could he have possibly seen that we didn’t?”
“Unknown, but it might have something to do with the fourth DNA sample collected,” Ukitake said with a sigh. We are certain of the identities of the other three attackers, just from what Nel and Grimm saw down there. As Nödt is hard to forget, as is Bazz B. The third most likely was Driscoll. The three have known to stick together lately. The fourth contributor, however, tried to cover his tracks. Bleach was found in the sample, meaning the attacker tried to make sure no one pulled DNA evidence from the rape kit,” Ukitake said as he looked around.
“Bleach?” Isshin asked. “It was contaminated after it was taken?”
“Ah, I’m afraid not,” Unohana said. “It was present at collection. The storeroom they were in had several bottles of it for cleaning, and it appeared to have been used to destroy the samples.”
Isshin paled a bit and sighed. “I still…”
“Don’t think on it, Isshin,” Unohana said. “We need to focus on now. There is a possible plan to ensure everyone’s safety and hopefully help heal Ichigo’s mental state.”
Uryū nodded. “Tests show no brain damage. Ichigo’s amnesia appears to be trauma induced. It may fade with time. Forcing him into situations that trigger panic like we’ve seen are not going to help. Agent Jaegerjaquez appears to be the only person he is able to connect with so I suggest using that link to deal hopefully repair his amnesia.”
“Use my link?” Grimmjow asked, frowning.
Director Ukitake spoke up. “Our suggestion is to keep Grimmjow and Ichigo together, allow them to live in one of our safe houses attached to the Seireitei building, and hopefully foster a relationship that helps him.”
Isshin was quiet for a while. “But he should go home with me.”
“You and your daughters would be in danger, and it will not help him,” Unohana said with a sad smile. “The faster we can cure his amnesia, the sooner he can go home.”
“If you believe it is for the best. I just want my son back,” Isshin said, looking around the room at them.
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“Sir, we’ve had a few responses on the kid. There’s a couple freelancers who want to make the attempt. And of course, the boys want to finish the job,” Jugram Haschwalth said from the door to the office.
“Good, good. We can’t let that boy live with what he saw down there. I told the boys it was a bad idea to leave him breathing,” Yahweh, the leader of the Wandenreich crime syndicate said from where he sat.
“Yes sir. Do you wish anything else of me?” Jugram asked with slight bow
“No, thank you. Send Bambietta in,” Yahweh said as he stared out of the window to the office he was in.
A few minutes later, the door opened again and a dark-haired woman stood and watched him. “Sir?”
“The boy. Do we know what he knows?” he asked.
Bambietta adjusted her white hat with the chaos wheel on the front. “Yeah, well, you know that the biggest problem is that our associate was there and took part. He was the one that shot him after all.”
“Yes, if he is found out, we lose everything in the Shinigami ranks. Having him on our side is part of the reason that we’ve lasted as long as we have. Anything else that could have happened?” he asked.
“There’s the possibility that he might have seen the product that was in that room.”
A long silence stretched across the room. To anyone, the place seemed to be an average office building. It was, of course, except for being the Wandenreich base of operations. Their cover was an electronics company that specialized in security system. Thus far, no one had associated the criminal organization with the business. Of course, the public face of the company was a staff of perfectly average people with no criminal connections.
“That could be problematic. If the tampered product doesn’t get placed in with the regular product, and spread over the city, we cannot begin the operation. Our hold on the city depends on fear. I can’t find others who are able to ascend to my status unless Vermillion Rose is readily available to the masses that do not normally buy drugs.” He didn’t turn away from the window as he spoke. “Gods walk among men. It is time for us to stand and take over instead of allowing mortals to believe they are in control of their pitiful lives. Bring me this boy. He has survived despite being given our most potent version of Vermillion Rose. This is an incredible feat. He may be one of the gods.”
Bambietta nodded. “Of course, sir. But you’ve put a hit on him. Do you wish to retract it?”
He smiled at the window. “No, I never retract my orders. I have confidence in you, my dear. You’ll capture him before anyone else can kill him.”
“He’s at the Shinigami Medical facility, I have no access…”
“You must gain access. If he’s a god among men, I shall have him raised to stand beside me.”
Bambietta nodded. “And if he will not stand beside you, uh, sir?”
“Then he will lay under my feet.”
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“Isn’t Nel better suited for this?” Grimmjow complained as he watched Rukia fill out the forms at the nurses’ station just outside Ichigo’s room. Ichigo hadn’t woken from the sedation yet.
“Nel didn’t make a connection with the victim, did she?” Rukia didn’t look up as she spoke. “You’ll be in Apartment four on the second floor. There are two bedrooms, kitchen with a table and chairs, a living area, and one bath. I’m afraid that will be shared.”
Grimmjow stared at her in disbelief. “I didn’t think they’d agree…” he said. “I can’t do this, Cap, I can’t! I’m not…”
Rukia fixed him with one of her glares and he sputtered and snorted, but stopped. "Agent Jaegerjaquez, I know this is highly unusual. However, the boy has amnesia and you seem to be the only one that does not cause him intense anxiety. He also is a victim of sexual assault. You know how to handle such victims. Granted, you are not as good at that part as your partner, but that's why you're with Nel."
Dr. Unohana came up with Uryū. “Grimmjow, I know this is not something you are prepared for, but I am confident that you can handle it. The apartment is in the connected building to the Shinigami headquarters and is surveilled at all times. There will be medical staff available to you at a moment’s notice, and Dr. Ishida’s number is his private line. Please, do what you can to help him recover.”
With a grumble, Grimmjow nodded and looked up to see Nel approaching. " I've already been speaking with his family; they'll be putting together some personal things for me to collect this afternoon,” she said with a smile at the distraught Grimmjow. “I’ll stay here, you go get what you need from your place.”
Grimmjow hesitated, knowing that Ichigo was going to freak out when he woke up. He needed a few things of his own, though, so he left. It only took a couple hours for him to get a few bags, books, and his handheld game system taken to the small apartment. It wasn’t very big, but it would do. Each bedroom had a double bed, and the bathroom was a combo shower and tub. He put his things away and went back to the hospital to pick up his charge.
When he got there he knew that things hadn’t gone well while he was gone. He sighed and looked in the glass walled room where he could see Nel standing outside the bathroom door. She was looking exasperated, and he bet Ichigo had locked himself in there.
“I’m going to have to have someone come unlock this,” he heard as he entered the room.
She looked up at Grimmjow and sighed. Grimmjow leaned against the wall beside the door.
“I don’t care,” he heard the petulant Ichigo’s voice on the other side. “Not coming out.”
Grimmjow smirked. “Why are ya giving my partner a hard time, Ichigo?” he asked.
As soon as he spoke, the door lock clicked and popped open. “You left me.”
“I had to get stuff from my place and take it to where we’re gonna be staying. You ready to get out of here?"
"I'm going with you?" he asked, eyes suddenly wide and full of apprehension.
Grimmjow frowned and nodded, and as soon as he did the boy relaxed. "Then that's okay."
"So, let me in there, I have some clothes and I'm going to help you get dressed, if that's okay?" he said, more roughly than he intended.
The boy nodded and opened the door. Nel handed him the set of disposable scrubs she was holding. Grimmjow stepped in the bathroom and shook them out. He helped him into the pants, noticing that he was unsteady still. He then helped him untie the hospital gown he was wearing. He looked up to see the kid was bright red already. He grabbed the top and stopped. Ichigo was staring at the thick scar tissue that was on his abdomen thoughtfully. Grimmjow recognized it as where he’d been shot.
"Hey, I ain't sticking around all day, kid, put this on," he said tossing a black t-shirt at the kid. He fumbled then pulled it on quickly.
"Alight. Let's go, I'm starving, what about you?" he asked, wheeling him out of the bathroom. He got him to the nurses’ station where he ducked his head. Dr. Unohana pulled him aside where Ichigo couldn’t hear her.
Dr. Unohana handed him a heavy black back. "Agent Jaegerjaquez, I've put a few things that his family had left with him while he was comatose. I've also put in a vial of valium and clean syringes. I'm assuming that you are familiar with how to administer intramuscular injections?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I've done it a few times. Thick muscle, upper arm, thigh, or buttocks, right?"
The doctor nodded, pleased that he knew enough. "I've talked to Dr. Ishida, and he agrees that this is currently our only course. He has had no flashbacks yet, but expect them once he leaves the hospital. His memories may return all at once or in bits and pieces. He has no physical cause for the memory loss, remember that. Now, if you have any problems, I've left a card with my cell phone and Dr. Ishida's cell number in there, along with the boy's family information and his full medical work up and record in case you need it."
Grimmjow nodded. “Alright, got it.” He returned to the wheelchair and smiled as Ichigo looked up at him again.
“Can we leave?” Ichigo asked.
“Sure thing, gonna grab food on the way, then go to the place we’re staying.”
Ichigo nodded. “Okay.”
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