Happy birthday Tesla. :D For the birthday of one of my favorite Bleach characters, I'm writing a four-chapter fic-thingy. TesHime. YES. TESHIME IS LOVE.

The sun was out. The flowers were blooming. The snow was finally gone.

And Tesla was stuck inside with allergies.

He liked spring. He liked going for runs, he liked acting like a little kid and playing on the playground equipment. But every time he so much as stuck his head out the door, he had a major sneezing fit.

It made going to school rather complicated.

A few weeks into the allergy season, Nnoitra threw a box of allergy medicine at him and told o him to 'take it and stop sniffling all the time, damn it!'

Previous allergy medicines hadn't worked, but apparently this was a new, stronger brand. And it did work. Tesla was able to chase small children off of the swing set, just like the old days.

During a very intense swinging-and-jumping off the swings session, however, something went wrong. Because something always goes wrong.

Tesla was the highest out of him, Nnoitra, and Grimmjow. He was readying himself to jump when a series of cramps attacked his stomach. Tesla fell, landing hard on his wrist. There was an audible 'crack!'

And then his lunch decided it wanted to leave, and Tesla threw up, emptying his stomach rather efficiently.

Either Nnoitra and Grimmjow were too busy screaming R-rated insults at each other to notice or they just didn't care.

Tesla continued to heave even after his stomach was empty, and, as if they didn't want to be left out, his allergies came back. He began having one of his sneezing fits.

It was then that she saw him, one hand cradled to his chest, sneezing and heaving, kneeling in a pool of his own puke. His friends were laughing and swinging and yelling, and not paying any sort of attention to the sick blond boy.

Orihime ran to him, dropping her groceries and crouching down to get a better look at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked. He nodded, sneezed, and shook his head.

"Allergies… wrist… swing…" he gasped between sneezes. Orihime bit her lip. She needed to take him to the hospital. Could she make it? They'd have to walk, she didn't have a car or even a driver's license – oh! Ichigo's house was only a little bit away, she could take him there.

"Do you think you could stand up?" Orihime asked. The blond boy nodded and pushed himself to his feet, swaying a little. Orihime pulled one of his arms over her shoulder and helped him to the clinic.

"What's your name?" she asked him. The prettiest brown eyes – maybe even prettier than Ichigo's – flicked over to look at her.

"Tesla."

"I'm Orihime."

"Tesla! I found a new allergy medicine you can try!"

Tesla rolled his eyes and took the box from the bouncing girl. This was the thirteenth allergy medicine he'd tried since their more-than-slightly-awkward meeting a few weeks ago.

But he'd try it out, of course, because he liked Orihime more than he liked to admit. She was a lot nicer to be around than Nnoitra and Grimmjow, even when Nnoitra 'invited his bitches over.'

Actually, especially when Nnoitra 'invited his bitches over.' One of them really liked Tesla, but Tesla was kind of scared of her.

But Orihime was nothing like 'Nnoitra's bitches.' She was sweet,a nd kind, didn't have tattoos or weird-colored hair that was obviously dyed…

And she seemed like she genuinely cared about him.

Yeah, that was the best bit. She seemed like she genuinely cared about him.

Yes, a bit short. Review, please.