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(I would like to thank nypsy for going through this chapter and fixing all of my terrible grammar! So thanks so much nypsy!)
Ulquiorra walked into the woman's room, his coat tails swishing behind him. The soft, steady sound of his footsteps echoed in the large room. There was a single tall window that looked out over all of Las Noches. A single streak of pale moonlight ran across Orihime. She was laying on the bed, shivering, face damp with sweat. Her white uniform stuck to her damp skin. She was asleep, the blankets bunched up around her.
This woman, this pathetic human had gotten sick and now he had to care for her. His long white fingers ran across the woman's brow. He frowned–her temperature was rising again. He scowled. This was probably Szayel's fault–him and his constant experiments. The woman didn't stir as his fingers ran across her forehead. He frowned even deeper. Feeling concern, he shook his head ridding himself of those thoughts. She was Aizen's tool, nothing else. Her auburn hair was fanned out behind her, a single strand stuck to her cheek. He wiped it away, cool fingers lingering on her warm skin for a moment. She woke up, eyes glazed over. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment. He spoke:
"Woman can you hear me?" His voice was flat and toneless. Her eyes darted to his face and she nodded slightly.
"Do you know where you are?" She didn't answer, eyes closing again. He sighed. He shook her awake roughly. She opened her eyes again, still bleary. Before she could react he lifted the back of her head up, cradling her head softly, like you would a newborn child. He stuck a spoon with medicine in her mouth, held her mouth closed so she couldn't spit it out, and massaged her neck downwards, forcing her to swallow. She sputtered but swallowed without a fight. He managed to get two more spoonfuls down before she fell asleep again. He sighed. 'Damn woman.' He was about to wake her again. Before he could, she opened her eyes. She seemed lost, confused and scared. The medicine hadn't kicked in yet. Her eyes still wandered slightly.
"U-Ulquiorra?" She seemed to be looking for him.
"I am here woman" his voice lashing out. She flinched, finding him. He walked forward with the last spoonful of medicine.
"Swallow" he commanded. She did hurriedly. He was about to turn away when she grabbed his jacket. Fingers holding on tight, her face was turned up to him desperately.
"D-don't l-leave" she was panting, sweat beading on her face. He could have easily detached himself from her but something stopped him. He turned to her.
"Why woman?" His voice was cold, but softer than normal.
Orhime didn't seem to have an answer. She just held on. He could tell she was struggling to stay conscious.
"I asked why woman or can you no longer speak?" His eyes watched her, still as emotionless as ever.
"I-I d-don't know." She went limp. He caught her as she tumbled off the bed. He held her soft, rather curvy form softly. A feeling he did not know aroused in him. He wanted to protect her, he wanted to make her feel better. He shook himself again, setting her back down on the bed. He put his hands in his pockets. They were clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms he walked out, glancing back just before the door closed. A single thought ran through his head: "Why do I care for her so much?"