Thanks everyone for you awesome reviews as well as for reading this story. As usual, enjoy the story as it slowly gets more action paced, yet with some comedy relief here and there to lighten to mood.

Rukia: You call me falling into a hole and finding a corpse like body in there Comedy!

Me: Well, I AM the writer. I can do whatever I want with you.

Rukia: Yeah right.

Me: Indeed. *types*

Rukia: Wait, when did I change into this bunny outfit? And why the fuck am I riding a Unicycle? Oh SHI- *Falls*

Me: Remember folks, never go against your writer. Without further ado, enjoy the story.

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter 2

Rukia grunted, helping Renji carry Ichigo to the car. Ichigo was unconscious, his clothing torn and bloody, most likely from the fall. Uryu had already opened the door for them as he sat in the driver's seat. "We're gonna experience a squeeze." Uryu said, looking back. "You two need to hold him up."

Rukia and Renji nodded, Renji pushing Ichigo into the back seat, into the middle as he went in after Ichigo. Rukia entered through the other side as Orihime sat in the front, Uryu already starting the car. Rukia's face was now set with determination. She had finally found Ichigo to be alive, though in this bad state, and she was now completely determined to get him back to normal. She had come this far, she would not give up. Her eyes burned with the same fire that she always used to have. Renji smiled as he noticed this, holding Ichigo Upright. Ichigo didn't have any wound's on him, other then some small scrapes and scratches.

"We need to get to the hospital. Luckily, It's over at Beckendale City, which is closer from here than Karakura town… Even luckier, I work there." Uryu said, his glasses gleaming with some suppressed pride, as if they were a part of his body and was responding to his feelings.

Rukia blinked, smiling, "What, as the intern?" She said, as everyone chuckled. It was nice that they were in such a happy mood at finding Ichigo alive after so many days of sorrow. It was like a victory of a battle. Uryu shook his head and rolled his eyes at Rukia's comment, driving steadily over the deserted highway as he said, "Actually, I'm the CEO." He said. Rukia sighed, rolling her own eyes as a counter as Renji then said, "Well then, We'll be expecting some VIP treatment." Flashing a cocky grin at Uryu, who smirked, he then turned to face Rukia.
"You happy?" He asked, as Rukia looked over to Renji, her eyes looking over Ichigo as well as they moved, "Nope, I'm completely depressed, enough to perhaps throw myself out of this car!" She said, as Renji chuckled, his head turning the other way to look outside. "Always the sarcasm expert, eh Rukia?"

"Well, it's good to see that she's back to normal." Orihime piped up happily, looking at the rear view mirror to look at Rukia. Rukia managed a weak smile, before looking at Ichigo's unconscious form. Uryu had warned them not to clean him up, because they could cause more infection than they could prevent. But she didn't mind that her dress was now stained in places with red. She was simply happy at finding Ichigo alive, though a pang of sadness was tugging at her heart because of the fate of his family.

It was dark by the time they had pulled up to the Hospital, called Cross Hospital, as nurses were already waiting on the porch with a stretcher. They greeted Uryu respectfully as they took Ichigo's limp form onto the Stretcher. "We'll keep him in PW-6." A nurse said as they took him away. Rukia looked around at the surroundings. Their car had pulled up on the front porch of the Hospital, which was huge. The porch itself was also huge, a lot of cars parked under it, leaving 2 lanes free for cars to travel through. Uryu's car had it's own reserved parking space, where it was currently parked. The roof over the porch shined down white light from countless sources, dazzling Rukia's vision. "Lets go in, shall we?" Uryu said as they walked up the small stair consisting of 8 steps, before walking in through the automatic glass doors of the Hospital. Entering the lobby, The entire room was blindingly white. It was very, very clean, and the white tiled floor was decorated with the occasional tile containing a light-blue colored cross.

The receptionist welcomed them as Uryu led them to the elevator. "I called them before hand to prepare some rooms for you as well. You'll be staying in the VIP Guest's quarters." He said as Renji made a whispered, "Yes!"

Rukia looked over to Uryu, before speaking, "When can we see Ichigo?"
Uryu raised an eyebrow at Rukia. "Anytime… He isn't seriously injured, you know. But you need to give him a day's worth of rest first while the doctors check to see if he has suffered any internal damage."

Rukia nodded, smiling politely, the small feeling inside of her getting bigger at the thought of internal damage. She had not thought of that. But that feeling was killed by a thought. She knew Ichigo to be very strong in will. He wouldn't let something as small as internal damage kill him. With that thought in mind, her smile became truer. The elevator slowed to a halt as it binged, indicating the 34th Floor, which was also the top floor. The lift opened to a hallway, not to different, except the floor was made of light blue tiles, so beautifully made that it seemed like it was made of ice. They walked down the hall to an ornate wooden door as Uryu opened it, leading them to a very cozy and well furnished room. It looked like a Living Room mixed with a Dining room. Bathed in white light from the ceiling lights, while also being reflected from the white tiles on the floor, the room contained 3 large sofas with a coffee table in the middle. There was a large flat screen TV on the wall, opposite of the 3rd Sofa, with several Bookshelves around it. On the other side of the room was a small dining area, with a table and 8 chairs, 3 on each side length wise and 1 on each end. Rukia guessed that food would be delivered by the nurses. There was some space between the Living room area and the dining room area, to walk through. Because it led to a door.

Renji plopped down onto the Sofa, sighing in content as he pulled his camou-shirt (Slightly stained red) off of his top, revealing a plain white tank top. Watching him throwing it into the laundry, Rukia couldn't help but giggle at his at-home behavior as she walked with Uryu to the door. Opening it, she looked inside. There was a partition down the middle of the room, separating it in half. On each half, there was a queen sized bed. "You and Orihime sleep on one bed. Me and…" Uryu faltered, casting a disapproving glance back at Renji, who winked cheekily at Uryu. Uryu cleared his throat, turning back around as he then said, "You know what, I'll sleep in my own quarters. If you need anything, just give me a call. Either on my cell phone, or through the intercom." He said, pointing to the telephone hanging on the wall in the dining room area. Uryu walked off, closing the door behind him as Renji shifted through all the channels. Rukia walked into the room, closing the door behind her as she sat down on the bed, Orihime going towards the large wall-wardrobe.

Rukia began thinking of all the events that had happened, mainly the fact that she had run away from home. After much deciding and hoping that her brother wouldn't scold her much (He never shouted, which just made it 10 times worse.), she came to the decision that she should call home. Turning around, she suddenly saw Orihime pulling her top off, her bust jiggling from her motions, draped in nothing but a bra as Rukia's face reddened instantly, her hands instinctively going up to her face in a comical way as she said loudly, "Dammit Orihime! What do you think you are doing!"

Orihime folded her top in her hands, blinking at Rukia in a wondering way. "Why? What's wrong Rukia?" She asked as Rukia struggled to maintain composure. Rukia didn't really find it comfortable to have a friend undressing infront of her, female or not, best friend or not. Rukia gulped, stammering before she said, "You can't just change infront of me! What if Renji comes bursting in! Being the pervert he is, He would definitely jump in to look." She said loudly.

"I heard that!" Renji's voice came in from the living room as Rukia's face faltered, becoming even redder. Orihime grinned mischieviously. "You know, Rukia-kun, your dress is dirty with blood. You should change as well." She said and before Rukia could react, Orihime was behind Rukia, as both of them wrestled, Orihime trying to pull Rukia's top off as Rukia resisted. " Aw Come on!" Rukia shouted in exasperation as she put her arms around herself, covering herself though she wore a bra while Orihime giggled, knowing that this was going to be a long night...

It was 3 in the morning. Malcolm was just doing his job as a nurse to check in upon the patients. He was almost done, with one patient left. Ichigo Kurosaki, on Private Ward-6, on the 33rd Floor. Walking silently in his white uniform, he came up to the door. For some reason, he was overcome with a feeling of foreboding… An Eerie feeling, as if he shouldn't be here. Shaking his head as he shrugged the feeling off, he opened the door knob to enter Ichigo's dark room. Suddenly, as soon as he stepped forward to enter the room, a strong hand grabbed him by the hair, pulling him viciously into the room. He was taken by surprise, not being able to utter even the smallest of sounds until he slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the room with a large gasp of pain. The door slammed shut as there was the sound of running Footsteps. Malcolm had the smallest glimpse of a large figure running to him before that figure slammed it's knee into Malcolm's chest. Against the wall, Malcolm screamed in pain as he felt his ribs shatter. Laying on the ground with his hands twitching, sobbing with pain as he was not even able to move without causing excruciating pain, he watched as the shadow walked over to the bed. There seemed to be a large bump in the sheets on the bed… So the patient was sleeping there.

But it was too dark to tell as the dark man came back, holding a small drinking glass. Malcolm froze, his sobbing stopping as he watched in horror as the man came up to him. Suddenly, the man crouched and force the glass into Malcolm's mouth, Malcolm screaming at the pain of his mouth being stretched near breaking point. It Barely fit, but since it was bigger at the top and smaller at the bottom, half of that glass was in his mouth, with him not being able to release it. Then, Malcolm realized what the man was going to do a split second before it happened. His assailant suddenly Kicked Malcolm's chin with such force that Malcolm's jaws closed, hard. The Glass he held was shattered as he screamed, the glass impaling all around his mouth and throat. Even as he screamed, the vibrations caused the shards of glass to embed themselves even deeper into his flesh, causing him to scream ever more. Blood gurgled out of his throat as The figure above him simply poured some water into his mouth, causing the glass to move around even more. Malcolm couldn't even move his head, his teeth broken as he drown with a mix of blood and water in his mouth and throat. He tried to gasp but only ended up taking a gulp of water, blood and shards of glass into his lungs. He tried to swallow, but that caused glass to go into his stomach, ripping it up form inside. He slowly drowned as the figure continued to watch him with glee…

Well, I hope you liked this chapter. I end it with another CLIFF HANGER! xD