Chapter 2
Author's Note: A smaller chapter… I don't really have much to say about this .
Ichigo tried to fall asleep, but that damn pain wouldn't let him. Only after long hours of suffering could he go to dreamland. However, when he woke up, the situation got even worse. It wasn't only itching now like hell, but it hurt like that, too. He had no idea what to do. Although there was one man he could go to when insolvable problems occured – Hat'n'Clogs. He lived near, but going there felt like as long as eternity. His whole arm was in cramp as he restrained himself from scratching. He didn't even knock. As he went through the store he pushed away everything that was in his way to Urahara, let that be a shelf or a little helpful girl. As he finally saw his saviour, he dropped to his knees and grasped the shopkeeper's clothes.
- Help me…please… - Ichigo breathed out.
- What a surprise, Kurosaki-san! – started Urahara cheerfully – How can I help you today?
- Kill…
- Eh? Kill? Who?
- …my pain…
- Oh, that's another story. I've got medicines, massage, machines and other stuff that start with M!
- I don't…ggngh… care…just…help me already…
- Boy, you seem to be pretty desperate. Therefore I promise I'll do my best and quickly-…
- DO SOMETHING ALREADY! – Ichigo shouted in the man's face. He was sweaty and his eyes were red, glimmering, probably from the pain. He dropped on the floor again, this time holding into nothing.
- Whoops. Where does it hurt, Kurosaki-san? – He got no response – Hey…Ichigo, look at me. – Urahara tried to bring up Ichigo's face gently. The boy had his eyes shut tight, his teeth gritted, a few trickles of tear down his face. But then, just as if a button was pressed, his whole body went limp. Urahara immediately checked his pulse. This was trouble. He shouted for Tessai and they quickly put him in a bed, hoping to see the young one wake up again soon.
Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. His sleep was kind of nice and peaceful, he felt like he had been sleeping for a year. He looked around just to find himself in a totally unfamiliar room. He quickly sat up, but a sudden flash of pain went through his back. He grunted and Urahara came into the room in an instant.
- Good mornig, Kurosaki-san. Are you feeling any better?
- Urahara-san…what are…what am I doing here?
- You don't remember? You came to me… - Ichigo still didn't show any signs of remembering, so after a sigh, Urahara added – Your back hurt…
- …Oh…That's right! My back! – Ichigo pouted. – It still hurts. – His pout turned into a tired smile. - But not as badly as it used to.
- That sounds good. Looks like the little nap you had here was useful after all.
- Little nap?
- You've been here for … 2 days so far…
- T-T-Two days? Oh crap! My family and friends are probably worried to death! And school…!
- Don't worry, I've solved everything, you just take a rest.
- No, I can't, at a time like-…
- I said take a rest. – Urahara commanded and Ichigo fell asleep unintentionally.
