A/N: Wow! I had no idea I'd actually get as much response as I did! But I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Now the pressure is on to follow up with the rest of the story...I actually get pretty frightened when my stories get reviews. Then it means I have to step my game up and really try. I am bad at planning when I'll update chapters, and I get horrible writer's block.
I mean TERRIBLE writer's block.
Sometimes I don't touch my computer or a pen for months as far as my ideas. But, I'm am going to really try with this one. I have grown as a writer and all the response to this story has given me a feeling of responsibility to make an awesome story for you guys to read. It's going to be a rough and bumpy road, but I am hopeful that you all will bear with me! Thanks to all who reviewed, followed, or favorited this story!
Enjoy!
"HELP!" Ichigo shouted as he ran over to the unmoving motorcyclist. He carefully pulled off the helmet and saw blood everywhere on the guy's face, mostly flowing from his mouth. "Hey! Are you still with me?" The teen bent down towards his face to see if he could hear any breathing. He couldn't. "Shit." Ichigo started to panic. He roughly pulled at his hair as he stared down at the bloodied and bruised man.
Calm down, Ichigo, you're in medical school, you know what to do, he thought, trying to encourage himself.
He unzipped the tight leather jacket and pulled it off of the man then unbuttoned his shirt next. His wrist and shoulder were swelling up and turning purple and his chest was swelling up too. Ichigo knew that his chest cavity and lungs were filling up with blood. He placed both his hands on his chest and started to pump. The blue-haired man still wasn't moving so Ichigo ran back to the car. He drove it closer then tried to pull the heavy, shirtless man into the passenger seat. He started to cough and groan in pain so Ichigo was a little more careful. He strapped the seatbelt over him then ran over to the driver's side and drove towards the hospital. He had to keep wiping the blood dripping from his hair and forehead out of his eyes so he could see. Ichigo tightly gripped the steering wheel and his breath still hadn't calmed. The blue-haired guy groaned and opened his eyes. He turned his head from side to side while mumbling incoherently.
"Hey, what's your name?" Ichigo asked worriedly, trying to see if the man had any brain damage.
"Grimm...Grimm...jow..." He answered, blood still flowing from his mouth.
"Ok, Grimmjow. Don't worry, I'm taking you to a hospital. You're going to be ok," Ichigo said, his voice shaking a bit.
"P-Par...ty..." Grimmjow mumbled. "T-Take me...home..."
"I-I can't do that. Too much blood's coming out of your mouth. Something must've ruptured," Ichigo sighed in guilt.
"N-No..." Grimmjow moved his right arm making him groan loudly then opened his door.
"ARE YOU FUCKING MENTAL?!" Ichigo shouted then leaned over to shut his door then locked all of them. "You idiot! The car is moving! You could've killed yourself!"
"I...would've been...fine..." The blue-haired man mumbled then started to cough violently, holding his chest and splattering blood all over himself and the windshield.
Ichigo looked between him an the road, trying to make sure he didn't drown in his own blood. Grimmjow's head dropped once he stopped coughing and Ichigo placed two fingers on his neck. It was pure luck that they made it to the hospital, because Grimmjow barely had a pulse.
"Help! Somebody help me, please!" Ichigo shouted, panting from jogging inside. A few people followed him outside and they placed the unconcious man on a gurney then placed a handheld respirator on him. As they wheeled Grimmjoe to the ER, Ichigo tried to follow, but was stopped by a nurse. "Can't I go in, too? I just want to make sure he's ok."
"Sir, we need to take a look at your head injury," the nurse said.
"I'm fine," Ichigo replied. "I just want to know about him!"
"Sir..."
"I said I'm fine! Just help him!"
Ichigo didn't mean to snap, but the shock from almost killing a person with a car was starting to sink in. He sat in the waiting room with an ice pack and a towel on his head and waited for someone to update him on the man's condition. He really hoped Grimmjow wouldn't die. Ichigo didn't think he could handle that guilt for the rest of his life. Grimmjow probably had friends, family, maybe even a girlfriend. And there was a small chance that he ripped him away from them all.
"Ichigo!"
The orange-head looked up to see his dad jogging towards him. He was about to ask why he was here, but that would've been a stupid question since he owned the hospital. Ichigo wiped some more blood out of his eye as he dad kneeled down in front of him. He knew he would have to explain what happened and it only made his stomach and throat clench.
"Someone told me you were down here. What the hell happened?" His dad asked worriedly. Trying to compose himself, Ichigo opened his mouth to speak.
"I...hit someone..." He said lowly. His dad pulled him into a hug and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"C'mon, let's get you fixed up," his dad said then lead him to a small evaluation room.
Isshin wiped Ichigo's face and disinfected the scar on his head then wrapped a bandage around it. He smiled softly at his son and knew he was a bit shaken up. Isshin knew how to fix his son's broken state and brought his fist down on the top of Ichigo's head earning a shout from the teen. Ichigo steamed then proceeded to chase his laughing father down the hall.
"What the hell, Dad?!" Ichigo shouted after him. "This is a hospital! Show some respect!"
"Dr. Kurosaki!" One of the nurses ran up to Isshin then handed him a clipboard. "This is an update on patient Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," hearing his name made Ichigo's ears perk up.
"Let's see..."
"I-Is he ok?" The orange-head asked.
"Left carpus scattered. Torn supraspinatus, infraspinatus, and teres minor on the left side. Right tibia fractured. Small skull crack. Ribs 2 and 7 broken. Chest cavity flooded. Right lung ruptured by ribs. Needs immediate surgery," Isshin whistled in amazement.
Ichigo felt even more guilty than before because he knew what all of those were.
"Well, we don't have much time to waist. Ichigo, I need you to go to the house and look after your sisters for the night. I'll be here for a while." Ichigo nodded but pressed forward the question of the night again.
"Ok. But is he gonna be alright? Grimmjow, I mean."
"Don't worry, we've delt with worse. I'll call you as soon as he's better," Isshin assured him then walked swiftly into the ER. Ichigo walked outside into the crisp night air and sighed. Looking at the banged up Challenger still in the driveway, he thought:
Shiro's gonna kill me.
Grimmjow felt fuzzy. Seriously, like a cotton ball. He felt cold. He opened his eyes and was met with a harsh light that made him groan and shut them immediately. He couldn't feel anything. Yet everything hurt at the same time. He heard muffled voices and blinked several times to try and focus. He saw masks. He saw knives being passed back and forth. He saw needles. He saw scissors. Grimmjow tried to ask where he was but felt something hurt in his nose and mouth. He saw tubes coming out of his nose and felt the one deep in his throat. He coughed, blood spurting out then hitting his face and hair. A loud, rapid beeping started and he could here chaos in the room. Suddenly, he felt waves of warmth spread through him, starting from his arm and flowing through his whole body. He closed his eyes and internally sighed.
This fuckin' sucks, he thought angrily before he passed out.
Ichigo drove to the nearest gas station to fill up and wiped the splattered blood from inside the car. He tiredly shuffled back to the car and drove to his family's home. He reached into the plant on the porch and picked up the fake rock, retrieving the spare key from inside. The door opened with a creak and the teen stepped inside the dark house. He was exhausted. It'd been a long day and to top it off, he'd hit someone with Shiro's car. The last thing he wanted to do was think about the blood covered man, but it was all he could think about. Not bothering to wake up the girls and tell them he was downstairs, considering how late it was, he plopped down on the couch. It was right before his phone buzzed with Shirosaki's ringtone that he fell fast asleep.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it! I always have to pull out the ass for the second chapter of anything I write. But I'm glad because this one came kind of naturally. My updates might be a little sporadic, but if I haven't updated in a week, just know I'm having trouble getting the idea on to paper. I have the whole story planned out, but it's just hard to put into words...Until next time!
-EMAE
