Title: Fairy Wings
Author's Note: One off IchiRuki fanfic. It's supposed to be kinda funny but i dont know if it actally is. Comments are appreciated as always.
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine , it's Kubo Tites.
Ichigo flung open the glass doors of the Accident and Emergency section of the local hospital. He paused for a second, catching his breath, then thundered up to the reception desk, where two nurses stood cowering at the sight of the orange haired teen.
"Where the hell is Kuchiki Rukia?" he demanded, his eyes shooting daggers.
"D-d-down that corridor, r-room number thirteen…" one of the nurses stammered, pointing a shaking finger towards a corridor to his left.
He grunted his thanks and took off yet again, his footsteps echoing around the gleaming white corridors, making all of the patients in the waiting area stare at him with wide eyes.
It wasn't long until he arrived outside a door with a plaque which read 'Accident and Emergency, Room Number Thirteen,' and crowded around the door stood a little group of anxiously waiting teenagers.
"You came fast, Kurosaki," Ishida pushed up his glasses with his hand, attempting to release the tension that had been building up. Ichigo glanced in his direction to find him comforting a crying Orihime, who was muttering "It's all my fault, it's all my fault," continuously.
"Shut it, Ishida, or else my fist will be in you face so fast that you can be even more amazed at my speed," Ichigo remarked menacingly. He was not in the mood to joke around. Ishida shut up fast.
Ichigo walked over to Chad, who was staring at the door intently. "Any news?" he asked. Chad just shook his head.
Ichigo could no longer take it. "Damn that Rukia! What did she go and do to herself to injure herself so much that she has to be transported to A&E immediately? If she's still alive, I'm seriously going to wring her-"
The door opened suddenly, silencing him. "Ms Kuchiki had regained consciousness. One visitor at a time is allowed, but be gentle with her, please." A doctor clad in a white uniform stepped out. Ichigo was in the room so fast it was almost as if he has flash-stepped, before any of the others had even registered the doctor's words.
What he saw shocked him. Rukia lay in a narrow hospital bed, hooked up to life support machines and different liquids, her eyes closed so it looked as if she was asleep. She wore a neck brace and had several bandages and casts on her arms and legs. Hearing the door shut, Rukia opened her violet eyes and a slight smile briefly appeared on her bruised face as she saw who it was.
"Ichigo…." She whispered, his name escaping from her cracked lips.
Hearing his name, Ichigo was woken up from his state of surprise at her condition. He immediately started to interrogate her with questions.
"How the heck did you do this to yourself?" he demanded, glaring at her with narrowed eyes, full with irritation, and concern.
"Um…I kinda jumped off a three-story building…" she admitted grudgingly. Ichigo was gob smacked.
"WHAT??" This was becoming a hell of a stressful day.
"Well…erm…Orihime said that if I wore fairy wings, I could fly…"
Ichigo hit the floor, unconscious. A dull thud echoed around the small room.
"Um…Ichigo? Are you still there?"