Hello my beloved readers! GoddessOfImagination here with a whole new story that came to me when I was trying to take a nap! XD I hope you enjoy it, and please leave a review on your way out. Please?

Disclaimer: I not own any part of "Bleach", neither manga nor anime.

CHAPTER ONE: CHECKING IN

It was suppose to be an easy win.

Toshiro was sure that his soccer team would, without a doubt, win the game that was scheduled. He was so sure of this because, as team captain, he had prepared his team with the best of his abilities. Which is saying something, considering he was a born genius.

He made flawless strategies that always seem to work during practice. He made sure that his team was always on the same page. He made sure that working together as a team would become second nature.

It all was working for a good while too.

Toshiro had managed to get the varsity soccer team of Seireitei high school through the season with multiple wins. Even when they were to lose a game, he was quick to learn what it was they were doing wrong and immediately made practice runs in his head that made sure that those mistakes would not be made again.

All this progress, all the improvement that had been made to his team. This is what lead Toshiro to believe that his team would for sure win the last match that was right before the famous championship game.

To him, it was suppose to be an easy win. At least, that's what he thought.

It was coming to the end of the second half of the game. Seireitei vs a school called Yokosuka high school.

Even though it was not quite over yet, the score was pretty much set. Seireitei was leading with a score that could be considered an "overkill".

Time was almost up. One of Toshiro's teammates, Ichigo Kurosaki, had just passed him the ball, with the intention of him scoring the final point for his team.

He had done this many times before. He was able to navigate through the field with ease and was able to avoid any oncoming players that would try to take the ball from him.

Toshiro had done this so many times, that he was so sure that, if he tried, he would be able to do this with his eyes closed.

Which is why he was so shocked when he didn't see a player from the other team coming straight to him from his far left side. What happened after that though, was what made everyone gasp in shock.

Just was Toshiro was about to give the final kick that could have ended the game, the player that he didn't see coming had swooped in and tried to kick the ball away from the white-haired genius. However, the two kicks that were about to be delivered had somehow, not only didn't get the ball, but ended up banging into each other instead. Both kicks being given with everything the players had.

It all happened so fast that when Toshiro finally saw it coming, he had no time to stop. It ended up with the opposing player kicking Toshiro right in the center of his knee.

For a moment, everything and everybody was still. The only thing they could do, was watch in horror as Toshiro fall the floor, screaming out in agonizing pain.

His teammates were quick to snap out of their shock and immediately ran to their captains side. They gathered around him as he clutched his knee with both hands, trying his best not let out the screams of pain that were threatening to come out.

Toshiro's friends Ichigo and Renji went up to him and steadily tried to sit the teen up, but it proved to be in vain for the moment Toshiro felt himself move, the pain escalated to an even worse feeling.

He wasn't sure what was going on around him. The pain was taking up to much of his focus. He heard the faint voices around him. One them being his coach who was on the phone calling for the paramedics.

Everything then started to fade from his sight. The pain was just too much to take. Slowly, but surely, Toshiro's eyes had begun to flutter close. Until he had lost consciousness all together.

He woke up in a hospital bed.

His grandmother was by his side with her hands tightly clutching his and his knee now all patched up with bandages wrapped around his knee.

One thing that he instantly noticed was that the pain had somehow disappeared. Another thing that he noticed was how light headed and groggy he felt.

"Granny?" He spoke when he could finally get the words out of his dry mouth. "What happened? Where are we?"

His grandmother replied with a small, timid voice. "We're at Seireitei General Hospital. The observation room to be exact. There was an accident during your soccer game. You ended up hurting your knee very badly."

Toshiro then remembered the whole ordeal. How he got too cocky and didn't even see the other player coming. The pain that followed shortly after. The agonizing and unforgettable pain.

Before he could another word out of his mouth, the curtains that separated them from the outside, slid open. It revealed a woman in a doctors lab coat, following behind was what Toshiro figured was a nurse who pushed in a wheelchair.

"Hello Mr. Hitsugaya." The doctor said in a kind voice. "My name is Retsu Unohana, and I will be your assigned doctor."

"Alright." Toshiro replied, not really sure what else to say.

"How are you feeling?"

"Well, I feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy."

"That's the small dose of morphine that we gave put through your I.V." She said, making Toshiro barely notice that he was in face injected with it. "My assistant, Isane and I are here to take you for an M.R.I."

"A what?"

The nurse, Isane, was the one to answer this. "It's a type of technique that uses magnetic fields and radio waves to create detailed images of a person's organs and tissues."

"I see. Will it be painful?"

"Not in the least. I promise."

Toshiro nodded and from there the two medical experts helped him get off the bed. They were careful to not put too much pressure on his injured leg when putting him in the chair.

Just as they were about to leave, Toshiro's grandmother waved good bye to her grand son and reassured him that she would waiting there when he got back.

He gave a smile and kept his gaze on her until they were completing separating by a large door.

Toshiro looked around him as the nurse wheeled him through a very long hallway. All around him were closed doors with signs on them that he wasn't quite familiar with.

It took them some time, but they finally made a right and stopped at the third door he counted in his head. Retsu opened it for them and he was taken into a room that had this huge machine that looked like some sort of tube.

"Alright Mr. Hitsugaya." Retsu said, taking his attention away from the machine. "I'm going to remove the bandages from your knee and then I'm going to need you change into one of our hospital gowns. Do you think you can manage on your own."

Toshiro only nodded.

Once the bandages were off, they gave him a light green gown and stepped out of the room.

It wasn't easy, but somehow he managed to get himself out of his dirty soccer uniform and into the gown without putting so much pressure on his knee. When he had the back completely tied up, he called out to the people outside that he was ready.

When they returned in, they quickly took Toshiro step by step on what to do during the scan. All he needed to do was lie still and not move at all. Seemed easy enough.

They laid him down on the machine and walked over to the small control room. After being moved back and forth a few times, it was over. They had him back on the wheelchair and returned him to where he was in as little as ten minutes.

"It will take some time for the results to come out." Isane explained. "You will wait here in the mean time. The morphine should be still be working, but if you start to feel any kind of pain, don't be afraid to let the any of the nurses know."

"Alright. Thank you." He replied.

With that said, the two exited. Closing the curtain behind them.

Neither Toshiro or his grandmother said anything after that. They fell stayed in silence, but a comfortable silence.

The teen actually took this time to really see how his knee looked. In his opinion, it didn't seem that bad. It was a bit red all over, and had swelled up exceedingly. He figured that the worse thing that his knee could be was sprained.

It actually made him a bit relieved. He don't know how he would be able to handle it if it was something much more serious. Sure, it would cost him to miss out on a few soccer practices, but he was sure that he would be back to normal before the big championship game.

He had to be. His team needed him.

After what seem like the longest hour of him life, Retsu had finally returned. Only this time she wasn't smiling.

"Is everything okay?" Toshiro asked, worried.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need you and your grandmother to come with me to my office."

Sitting in the in the light purple colored office made Toshiro feel a bit uncomfortable.

He had never been asked to come into any kind of office. Not even the teacher's office at school. He made sure that he would never have to. So sitting in this room and in front the doctors desk made him incredibly anxious.

"The reason why I asked you both to come in here was because it seems the injury was more serious than we thought." Retsu started with her voice serious.

"How serious is it?" Toshiro's grandmother asked, placing a hand over her grand sons.

"The results from the M.R.I. scan showed that Toshiro's posterior cruciate ligament, one of the several ligaments that connect the femur and tibia, has been injured in a grade 3 sprain." She explained. "This type of sprain is commonly referred to as a complete tear of a ligament. Meaning that Toshiro's ligament has been split into two pieces, leaving his knee joint completely unstable."

Toshiro's grandmother brought a hand up to her mouth as she let out a gasp. The white-haired teen though, just stayed quite.

"I'm afraid that we are going to have to admit Toshiro into the hospital for what looks like quite some time."

At that, Toshiro snapped out of his silence. "What? No, we can't do that. Can't you just give me some pain killers?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Retsu said. "With injuries such as this requires on the clock treatment which will evidently lead to surgery."

"Surgery?!" Toshiro yelled, both confused and angry. "No, I can't have surgery. What about school? My soccer team? I need to get back to that as soon as possible."

"We will contact your school and have them temporarily transfer you to the school we have here for the younger patience. As for your soccer, I'm not completely sure about that."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well," Retsu said. "Injuries such as yours can become permanent. Even after the surgery and rehabilitation process, it's not for sure if you'll go back to the way you were."

After hearing this, Toshiro went completely silent.

As his grandmother and the doctor talked over the next few weeks of his stay in the hospital, Toshiro began to feel some sort heaviness in his chest. It felt as though someone dropped a weight over his chest.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn't in control of the situation he was in. And he absolutely hated every second of it.

And there you go! I hope you enjoyed this very long chapter. Please leave a review on your way out, please? Anyway, until next time! XD

-GoddessOfImagination