Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach,or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Filled With Dust
A/N: Thousand Year Blood War.
Not once had he opened his eyes, made a sound, taken a breath on his own since she found him. It worried her, sitting still by his bedside, that, each time she found herself asking the question, the answer was the same. Whether he was alive or not, no one could tell. Even so, she had begged them, with tears in her eyes, to do everything they had done for herself and Renji, both still bound to the world.
If it failed, he would die in comfort. If not, she would have helped to save his life.
She had not slept since fire kissed the sun. No one has heard any certain word as to who has survived. The numbers often changed each day, even within the same hour or two. They have refused to count him at all.
Being so uncertain, all she could do was sit in an uncomfortable wooden chair and hold his hand. And, with each breath taken in the last three days, her own condition had not gotten any better.
And it can't. Not when she has been trying to breathe for the both of them, and with a mouth filled with dust.