Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach.
Rukia knows he has never run this fast in all of his Shinigami life. Her face was on the crook of his neck, her left hand holding her sword on top of his right shoulder, and the right was on the other. She was lifted and carried like a drunk lover passed out except this time this woman may not wake up.
The moment her consciousness came back, she racked her brains for the right words. How does she tell him it is not his fault? Because honestly it is not. She was sure, too sure that he will blame himself afterwards, and it will waste his time and his energy and his emotions and his friend's patience and her memories. Words still escape her.
She wants to tell him not to hurry. He does not need to because the wind blowing at the back of her head will ruin her hair and she will not be pleased when he sees her all messed up for the last time. That is not the picture of her she wants etched in his memory but it looks like she can do nothing about it. She could not gather the right words or say it much less open her eyes. Where did all her energy go by the way? She decides to use it when the right words form on her lips.
She wants to tell him he is special, that is to her…personally. Should she save her last bit of strength for it? She has an inkling that he knows but she is not sure. Would saying so accomplish anything? Is it even worth it? Perhaps a simple 'goodbye' will suffice or maybe 'it is not your fault' or maybe 'remember I love you'? Too out of character she decides.
Suddenly he speaks to comfort himself, "I promise we will get you there on time." She takes the opportunity for conversation. She says everything she wants to say in the simplest of words. "It's okay." That is what she says and it gets through to him.
It is okay not to hurry. It is okay not to promise. It is okay, do not blame yourself. It is okay we did not have time for love, nobody had time for it anyway.
His grip tightens on her. Just as simple as her words, he responded to her in that way.
Because two words uttered left her with strength to spare, she decides to put it to good use:
"Thank you Ichigo. You comfort me in my darkest hour."
His grunt acknowledges her.
"Spare a thought for me."
He grunts again but she did not hear.
In the distant a clink of a metal reverberates in his head. He turns his back, picks it up, and shunpos back to where they were headed.
My 2nd fic and a spur-of-the-moment piece, so forgive me if it lacks.