Hey guys! So I'm starting to get into a pattern! Two chapters every week or so? Is that good for you? Let me know if you want the updates to be spaced out more or something:D Doing this for you, so give me input! Also, if you have any ideas for the story, just PM me! I always love new and different ideas!
So, hope you like this chapter! Love you all:D
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Ichigo abruptly got up from the chair, surprising Orihime. He moved the table over and grabbed her hand, rushing her to the bathroom inside the room. "Ichigo, what are you doing? What's wrong?" She asked, obviously confused at his random actions.
He turned the light on then sat her down on the edge of the bath tub. "You're..uh- wounds. They opened up.. there's blood all over the bandage."
"Ichigo, it's fine.. I can call a-" "No, it'll get infected if we leave it too long." "Oh.. okay." She stuttered nervously.
Ichigo started to rummage through all the small drawers and cabinets around the bathroom looking for gauze. Orihime just sat there on the edge of the tub, scratching at the already bloodied bandages from fear.
Fear of what he will say when he seems them.
Of what he will do.
"O-Orihime!" He broke her from her thoughts. "What are you- stop scratching your arm!" He knelled down in front of her and grabbed her right wrist to get her to stop scratching.
"Look at me. I'm going to re-wrap your arm. Nothing more, nothing less. Okay. Just sit still and trust me." She just stared at him as he began to unwrap the bloody gauze from her left arm.
Orihime sat there quietly and watched all of his movements as he took off the bandage. When it was off, Ichigo wet a small washcloth with warm water and washed off her arm.
She could feel his hand stiffen on her arm once all of the cuts were visible. She saw the pain in his eyes.
The pain she caused.
Then, without realizing it, he started to run his hand up and down her arm.
There were so many, too many to count.
They were jagged and scattered. Some long, some short. Some deeper than others.
The skin around each one was an irritated red color that looked painful.
He ran a finger over a small checkered patch just above her wrist. She quickly sucked in air and squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh, s-sorry, I didn't mean to.." "It's okay."
He began to wrap her arm in the new gauze as silence settled around them again. But this time, they both knew something needed to be said and once he was done, he cleared his throat then stood up. "All done." He looked down to her, smiled, and held his hand out. "Like new."
She closed her eyes for a few seconds then got up and left the bathroom.
Ichigo stood there, surprised she didn't take his hand, and followed her out into the room. "Look, Orihime," He saw her standing in front of the window and heard her sniffling.
He sighed and walked towards her, "I'm sorry if I made you upset, I mean, I did kind of pull you into the bathroom withou-" "I'm not mad about that." She snapped, then immediately regretted it.
"Sorry.." She muttered, turning around to face him and letting her back be warmed by the setting sun. He gave her a small smile, "It's fine," He stepped closer to her, "but what could make you so mad that you'd start to cry?"
She sighed and turned around again, "I just want to go home. I wanna go back to school with you and everyone." Her voice picked up an angry tone he's never heard before, "I don't want to be in here anymore."
"Well," He thought for a second, "we all want you to come back too, but you need to get better first." He paused again, "You need to get help here."
Orihime let out a frustrated sigh and faced him. "But, I don't need help! So I don't see why I have to be here."
Don't need help...?
"If you have a reason on why I should even stay, please tell me. Just give me one." She snapped.
Your arm...
But Ichigo stayed silent.
"See, no reason at all." Orihime faced the window again and folded are arms over her chest.
Ichigo moved in front of her so she'd be facing him. "You need help. That's why you should, no, that's why you need to stay." His voice was low and his eyes bore into Orihime's as he spoke.
She pulled away from him and threw her hands in the air, "But I don't see the problem!"
He just stared at her, astonished that she could ask such a thing. "You.. you don't see the problem?"
"No! I-I mean yes! I mean, it's not bad or anything! I can heal the cuts if I need to and it's not like anyone else is getting hurt." She yelled at him, her face red and breathing uneven.
"Orihime, yes, it hurts others! It hurts the people closest to you! All of our friends, and me too! And another thing! This has nothing to do with the fact that you 'can heal them if you need to'! Its about the fact that your not mentally stable right now!"
Her eyes went wide.
I'm not crazy.
"Oh what? You think I'm crazy too!"
"No! I never said that! Who said you ere crazy?"
"Well, I am in the freaking Psych Ward!" She yelled, her vision going blurry from holding back tears. "That does not mean youre crazy!"
"Yes it does!" Now the tears were streaming down her cheeks and her knees gave in. "My whole family... my whole family seems to think I'm crazy..."
"What? Why would they think that?" Ichigo quickly bent down to the ground at her level and rubbed her back.
"My Aunt.. the one that helps pay for my house. She came today for a visit and.." She took in a shaky breath. "And she said that I'm no longer a part of her family. Shes going to stop paying for my apartment." Orihime broke into a fit of violent sobs, so Ichigo wrapped both of his arms around her shoulders, letting her cry into the crook of his neck.
After a few minutes, Orihime seemed to have calmed down, so Ichigo let go of her and held her face in his hands, wiping her eyes. She sniffed and laughed.
"Then she called me crazy.. that I belonged here...She must be-"
"Don't you dare say that she's right." Ichigo looked at her with pleading eyes.
Orihime nodded lightly then got up. "I'm pretty tired Ichigo..." He stood up with her and smiled.
"Yea, get some sleep, okay?" He patted her on the head then walked towards the door.
"Ah, wait Ichigo." Orihime called out before he could open the door. "Yea?"
She looked down at her feet and bit the inside of her check. When she looked back up at him, he could see a faint blush across her cheeks. "Would you, um, mind staying with me... until I fall asleep?"
And that's when he saw it. The innocence in her eyes that he hasn't seen since before she was taken from him.
He smiled and sat in the chair next to the bed. "I'd be honored to."
Orihime smiled at him and climbed into bed. She turned her back to him and smiled. "Night Ichigo, and sorry for-" "Shhh, Orihime. Just go to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow."
She could hear the smile on his lips, "Yes Ichigo, night."
And he could hear the smile on her lips. "Night Orihime."
TOLD YOU IT WAS LONG. THIS WAS ORIGINALLY FOR LAST CHAPTER. Hence why it's only at the hospital:D hope you all liked it! Through some Drama in!
So yea, I'll update as soooon as I can, I have finals coming up soon so please be patient with me:)