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Seeking help:

Crowds of people parted as a white haired kid stumbled down the walk, trying to avoid his grasp since he was reaching ahead of him, possibly trying to feel his way around.

It was best to stay out of the way.

However, Toushiro had to strongly disagree with them; he was trying as hard as he could to find any sort of help. He had gotten out of a fight with what seemed like a fairly weak hollow and wound up sick thanks to a large gash across his shoulder.

He had enough of his sense's left to know he had been poisoned.

He was no fool.

The soul reaper stumbled to the left, straight into traffic and the blaring of horns made him look up just in time to see a car stop not more then a foot from him and he stood there dazed. People on the sidewalk whispered among themselves and cast weary glance's at him, once again, no one helped. This was why he despised the Human world, they were useless…

Well, that wasn't exactly true, but it was painfully clear he would be receiving no help here. Toushiro held up his hand apologetically, stepping back into the sidewalk and ignoring the man's cursing. The group of people that had gathered quickly dispersed, giving him as much room as possible. For a moment he was sure he was the only one on the sidewalk.

He was only trying to find Kurosaki's house, though it would have been a little more productive if he could ever remember the way.

Which was odd. He knew where the clinic was. Though at the moment he couldn't even recall what street it was and that was proving a problem. The thought of calling his fukutaichou crossed his mind but when he pulled out his phone and opened it, the numbers swam together.

There went that plan.

"God.." he groaned, grinding his palm against his feverish skin. This was getting tiresome and he finally reached out, snagging a passing woman whom actually seemed concerned…or at least he hoped. He couldn't see her that well.

"Yes?" she asked, her tone did in fact suggest that she was worried and he took a minute before answering.

"Kurosaki" he started, pausing to collect his words. It was harder then he had thought "The Kurosaki clinic, I can't find it…do you know where it is?"

Toushiro was trying not to drag breaths in and instead tried to wait calmly, clearly he was failing at this at some level because the lady was becoming increasingly worried and instead of answering him, she was offering to call the hospital for him. He merely shook his head.

"No, The clinic. Where is the clinic?" he asked again, praying this time she'd just answer and his prayers were answered as she hesitantly relented and gave him directions. That was good; he doubted he could form another coherent sentence.

"It's to the right and three buildings down" she said, practically kneeling down to eye level. Even in his dizzying state he was just slightly annoyed by the move but thanked her anyway, moving away before she could ask anything else.

The Captain took a right and let his hand trail along the wall's counting one every time he felt a break and finally the tip of his slim fingers touched the cool glass of the door and he struggled to open it. He was trying to pull it instead of push. So, he stood there, fighting the door and losing until Ichigo came to his rescue and pulled it open allowing the little Taichou to pass.

However, instead of walking past him, Toushiro fell forward into him and remained there. The teen though surprised, was suddenly concerned for his friend and pushed the kid back enough so that he could lower himself to the eye level of the Captain. From above, it seemed like nothing was wrong with the soul reaper and now in front of the teen, he could defiantly see something was deathly wrong.

"Toushiro?" he asked, bending a little more to make eye contact. The gaze he met was feverish and dull but still alert and aware, this good but bad as well. "What happened?" The Captain didn't seem to hear him but he did reply after Ichigo repeated the question.

"A hollow" he replied slowly as if having trouble forming the words "poison, a hollow's poison…the fight and the gash…I was lost, I found you" another break " I'm not…okay, not feeling good, I don't..think…a cure, non existent" Hitsugaya continued to ramble like that until the usually bright teal but now dull eye's rolled back and he passed out. Ichigo was left holding the Captain like a child, the fever ridden body was radiating heat. A stark contrast to the cold air that was always around.

The King of ice was slowly being won over by a fire.

Ichigo was sure if he didn't find Toushiro help quick, the youngest Captain of the Soul Society, the one he held his love for would soon parish.

In his care, because of his carelessness.

It wasn't going to happen.

The clock was ticking.

Fast.

(A/N): I know Hollow poison doesn't exist but in this story it does C:

The product of a mind left without interweds and a need to throw Toushiro into a bad situation…shame on me. Anyway, review's are loved.

Thanks for reading!