*************I Do Not Own Bleach!*********************************************
As soon as the orb touched the child's chest his body contorted and he screamed in pain. Unohana Retsu shooed away the crowding nurses.
"Leave here everyone! You don't want to be a witness to this crime do you?" They all scattered from the room. Now all that remained was the head nurse and the two parents watching on in horror as the small boy thrashed around screaming out in pain. Tears streaked down the mother's cheeks as she turned to Unohana desperately.
"Please help him!" She begged. "I'm sorry we didn't listen to you, please reverse it!" Before Unohana could even begin to explain there was nothing she could do, the room fell silent. All at once the boy fell quiet and motionless and his breathing stopped.. The orb, which was hovering in front of his chest, grew brighter and continued to pulse.
"Did it work?" Asked the husband. His face was white as snow and cold sweat collected at the neck of his shirt as he watched the orb hopefully.
"...This is all your fault!" The mother was at her wits end. She lunged at her husband and they both crashed to the floor. "You killed my baby you sun of a bitch! You and that stupid orb!" Unohana grabbed the angry woman by her kimono and hauled her to a wooden chair in the opposite corner. Her beaten husband remained crouched on the floor, blood dripped from fresh wounds on his face, although he showed no sign of having noticed. His gaze fixed on the floor he began to sob.
"Your right..." He said sadly. "It didn't work. Unohana-san said it wouldn't work. I should have listened. And now..." He began to cry loudly. Overwhelmed the mother rushed over to embrace her husband.
Unohana was at a loss for what to do. She knew they were wrong and for breaking the law she should arrest them on the spot, but the scene before her was one of the saddest she'd ever seen. The child needn't had suffered, but that was over now. She was sure he must be dead-
As she glanced over to the bed her heart skipped a beat. The child sat upright on the bed covers looking curiously between his parents and the head nurse. He looked entirely the same. His hair was the same dark shade as before, same lightly tanned skin; although the sun hadn't been nearly hot enough for months. Innocent brown eyes stared into her deep blue gaze and he smiled. Unohana had been the main nurse looking after him so it was natural for him to recognize her, although most of the time he was unconscious.
He looked to his sobbing parents. "Mommy? Papa?"
Suddenly it was as though the birthday boy had entered his surprise party. There was instant joy in the room as both parents hugged and kissed their son. They thanked Unohana repeatedly, although she kept insisting she'd done nothing.
"It's a miracle!" They were so excited they didn't even notice the other occupant on the bed until the mother nearly sat on it.
"WHAAAA!" She hopped up, scooping up her son at the same time. Backing away from the bed protectively she pointed a shaking finger at the spot she'd just sat. "Look!"
They all did. There was a collective gasp. Curled up in the forgotten bed covers was a small child. There was no doubt, even without medical knowledge that the child was dead. It's skin was incredibly pale against it's dark hair and it didn't move. It didn't breath. It was simply frozen in a tight ball, stuck in the eternal sleep that is death.
"That must be it then." Said Unohana. "The soul created with the Tuberculosis gene." Everyone looked on curiously, but nothing happened. The child didn't spring to life, it didn't twitch or begin to breath, it was dead. In observing the small child the mother let the one in her arms down to the floor. Curious as any child would be and without fear that comes with age, he walked to the bed and poked the corpse with his finger.
"Cool Mommy, can we keep him?" Horrified that her newly virus free child just touched a dead body, the mother grabbed him away from the bed. It took her a few deep breaths before she could address him calmly.
"No baby, we can't keep him." She explained sweetly. "He's dead, you know, like Fishy." The child shook his head.
"But Fishy was different, Mommy he could be my new brother!" Excited he pushed free of his mother's grasp and ran to the bedside. Before anyone could reach him he'd smacked the small boy across the face. "Wake up so we can play!"
The mother would have rushed forward to retrieve her son, but she and the others were rooted to the ground in shock. As the child's hand made contact with the corpse it's eyes snapped open, and all at once life flooded throughout the small body. Light brown eyes stared up at the child that had hit him in silence. Then after a few moments a large smile spread across his face.
"Hi!"