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All she'd done was walk into the 4th division and ask for a bandaid!
Okay, so it might have been more of a mad dash. But that's only because running is more fun! Not her fault if other people's eyes can't keep up, really.
And okay, so she'd left a trail of drippy stuff. It wasn't hers, and she couldn't quite remember which bits had gone with which Hollow, so it didn't matter, right? Right! ...If they'd all come from Hollow. Which...it probably had.
But that was it, honest!
...And she'd asked for a bandaid. She'd pushed her finger in front of someone's nose and asked for one. That's what you did when you had a little bruise on your finger, right?
He hadn't needed to squeal and faint.
That's when she'd noticed the group of at least five nurses hiding behind a door, clinging to each other as they peered around the corner, at least one trolley toppled over, and a lot more people just staring horrified at both her and the trail she'd left.
There was a long pause before someone very, very hesitantly offered her the band-aid she'd asked for with a faint "K-Kusajishi-fukutaichou-- y-your band-aid..."
Yachiru grinned, took the bandaid and skipped giggling out of the division, dripping all the way. Really, all those weakling 4th division people were scared of everything.
The 4th was starting to think they needed a warning alarm for Kusajishi-fukutaichou. She couldn't possibly be that terrifying not on purpose.