A/N I'm sorry for not updating on Sunday like I said! Time just slipped away from me! There will be one this Sunday, I promise!

Also, please review! I need to know what you guys think, so I can improve my writing. I hardly got any for this past chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.

Clothes. "Check."

Bathroom supplies. "Check."

Phone. "Check."

Phone charger. "Check."

Sketchpad. "Check."

Pencils. "Check."

Momo did a mental checklist after she had gotten all of her things packed. At this point, she completely resented her mother for forcing her to do this. She hadn't even been asked if she even wanted to go! Of course the answer would have been no, but still…

"I should text Rukia and tell her what's up," Momo said to herself as she reached for her phone and found Rukia's name in her contacts.

'Rukia, u will nvr believe wht my mom is making me do,' she texted.

A beep came from the phone a minute later. 'Treatment center?' Rukia replied.

'Howd u no about tht?' Momo replied in surprise.

'Ur mom called earlier. Look, i no u don't want 2 hear this, but i think its for the best.'

'wht? ur on her side! i thought we were friends!' Momo texted angrily.

'momo we r! & we always will b if i hav a say, but i no ur sick & i want u 2 get btr.'

'i cant f-ing believe this. i dont need 2g2 some stupid center. im fine.'

'im rly srry momo… '

'tlk 2 u l8r.'

Momo threw the phone in her bag angrily, and zipped the bag up. She was pissed that she even had to do this in the first place, and now she was pissed that even Rukia was on Ami's side. She decided to text Kira to see what he'd say. He didn't answer.

Momo took a look at herself in the mirror. She still saw something… not human. It looked so bloated and fat and disgusting that she couldn't even bear to look for long. In reality, she hardly had an ounce of fat on her. Her eyes looked hollow, and her hands looked boney and thin. Little tuffs of hair grew on her arms and legs.

"Ugh," Momo said to her reflection before grabbing her things and heading out the door.

"Please take off your shoes and step on that scale over there," a kind nurse said to Momo.

Momo weighed a mere 70lbs. Ami stood next to the nurse as Momo weighed herself, and turned her head away when the numbers came up. The nurse shook her head sadly as she wrote the weight on her clipboard. "I blame those stupid fashion magazines for most cases," she muttered.

Momo frowned. "I never read anything like that," she replied flatly as she stepped down from the scale.

"That's good to hear. We don't even allow those in this wing of the hospital," the nurse explained.

Momo and Ami were lead down a hallway and into a small, white room. A plain, white bed was along one of the walls and a dresser was next to it. Across from the entrance to the room was a window covering most of the wall, and a chair. Off to the right side of the room was a small bathroom.

"You may help her get unpacked, but when we start running tests and talking to her about her meals we need you to leave," the nurse told Ami.

Momo spoke up. "She can leave now. I don't need her help."

"Sweetie, I know you're upset, but can't I-" Ami started.

"Just. Go," Momo finished shortly.

The nurse glanced from Ami to Momo. "Are you sure you don't want her to stay and help? I'm sure she really wants to," she said.

"Please, just make her leave," Momo half-begged.

The nurse stood by the door for a moment without saying anything. When she spoke up again she said, "Miss Hinamori, if your daughter wants you to leave then I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to do so. We don't want her to get worked up, as it is dangerous for her health."

"I understand," Ami spoke quietly.

After Ami left, Momo put all of her clothes into the dresser. The nurse tried to help several times, but Momo refused. In fact, the nurse was almost forcing her help on Momo, which made Momo angry. She felt like she could do this herself.

"Ok, now I'm going to ask you to get into the bed. We have to put you on bed rest," the nurse said as Momo put her last article of clothing in the dresser.

"What do you mean by 'bed rest'?" Momo inquired. She made no move to get in bed like the nurse asked.

"We don't want you burning extra calories, so you need to be resting in bed," the nurse replied simply.

Momo frowned at the response. "What if I have to go to the bathroom, or want to brush my teeth?" she asked almost desperately.

"You have to ask a nurse before you may get out of bed so one can supervise you. Like I said before, we don't want you burning more calories than necessary," the nurse replied calmly.

Momo could not believe what she was hearing. Basically she was being told that she had to lie in bed all day and ask to get up, even if it was just to go to the bathroom! Someone was going to supervise her when she went, although there was no way in hell Momo was going to let that happen. What other "wonderful surprises" did this place have in store for her?

"I have to shower, too," Momo said flatly. She raised her eyebrow at the nurse.

"You will be taking baths for now. You could slip in the shower and get badly hurt!" said the nurse.

"I have been showering since I was seven, and I haven't slipped once. I think I can take a shower just as well here as I could anywhere else," Momo replied snottily.

The nurse shrugged. "I don't make the rules around here. I just enforce them. You're going to be taking baths, and you don't have a say about it." She seemed so uncooperative.

Momo pouted her lips and let out a small, but dramatic sigh. She was lead over to her bed, and asked again to lie down. She stared at the nurse for a minute before seeing she wasn't going to change her mind, and then climbed into the bed. It was about 12 in the afternoon, and Momo had no idea what she was supposed to do.

A dietitian was supposed to come by later to speak with her about a meal plan. Momo was sure she probably had little to no say in what she was going to eat, and that made her even more annoyed. There was no way they could force her to eat meat, because that was just pushing things too far.

The dietitian came by the room about an hour later. Momo already felt like she was going to go nuts, with nothing to do and not feeling the slightest bit tired. She wasn't used to lying around this much, because she was naturally a very active person. Momo needed something to do. Anything.

The dietitian was a rather tall woman with short, lilac hair. At first, Momo wondered if it was dyed to such an unusual color. The woman went by the name Isane Kotetsu. When she spoke her voice was pleasant, yet quiet and shy.

"Good afternoon, Momo. I'm Ms. Kotetsu, the head nurse and dietitian of the team in this wing."

Momo half-nodded in response. "What a pleasure," she muttered very quietly.

"I'd like to help plan out the meals you'll be eating while you're here. What are a few foods you don't like?" Isane asked nicely.

Being anorexic, Momo preferred to stay away from food in general. She didn't really try, but her subconscious told her she shouldn't eat. She couldn't tell Isane that, so instead she replied, "I'm a vegetarian."

"I'll trust that it was moral issues," Isane said kindly. Momo nodded shyly. "What are some things you eat?" Isane continued.

Momo shrugged. "I don't know, I ate fruits and veggies, I guess."

Isane wrote a few things down on a clipboard. After that, she asked Momo more questions about her usual diet. Momo wasn't really sure how to answer some of the questions because she'd hardly eaten anything over the past two months. Isane acted like she was eating like a normal person.

"I think that covers everything. The head doctor for our team will want to speak with you later, as well," Isane said to Momo. "I'm going to bring a snack by later."

After Isane left the room, Momo was once again left alone with nothing to do. She ran through thoughts in her head, and let out a board sigh. Someone came by later and fed her a snack. The snack was a few crackers with some peanut butter. Momo didn't want to eat the food, but she knew the doctors wouldn't leave unless she did.

When she was done eating, Momo was told she would be taken to the bath so she could clean up. The nurses wouldn't let her walk, so she was pushed in a wheelchair instead. They tried to help her into the chair, but Momo got upset and told them she could sit down by herself.

Right as they were leaving the room, another family passed by. A mother, father, two girls, and two boys were being taken to the room right next to Momo's. The sickly looking boy with white hair and teal eyes stood out the most to Momo. She wondered if this boy dyed his hair as well, and wondered just how many people around San Francisco did as well.

'He's still pretty cute,' Momo thought. She had a hard time looking away from the captivating boy.

"Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Hitsugaya, your son will be staying here in room 319. We're going to get him settled and take some blood…" The rest was faded out as the nurse wheeled Momo away to the bath.

Momo was helped out of her wheelchair and handed a towel. She was also given her small bottle of shampoo she had brought, and some soap. A small bucket was given to her so she could rinse her head.

"We're going to be standing outside the door until you're done, so we'll know if you try to drown yourself," Momo was told as the bathtub was filled.

The idea of being watched as she bathed did not go over well with Momo. "I'm not suicidal," she said sharply. The nurse didn't say anything.

The bathtub didn't have a lot of water, and it was almost cold. The nurses had the door cracked a little, and Momo knew they could see her. It made her very uncomfortable, so she quickly ran some soap over her body, and hurryingly washed her hair. She tried to bathe as quickly as she could.

She was wheeled back to her room after she finished bathing. When they got back, Momo was once again told to get in bed. They also hooked her up to a heart rate machine to check her heart rate. She was scheduled to have her first real meal around 5:00PM, but she had to rest until then.

The head doctor of the special "team" came with Isane when Momo's meal was delivered. She wanted to speak with Momo about how the next few weeks were going to go, and who else was planning to come speak with her. The head doctor's name was Reitsu Unohana, and she was shorter in stature with a long braid down her front.

Unohana had a quiet, kind voice when she spoke. Momo almost felt like this lady was too nice when she talked. She began to slowly dislike her from the beginning, although she knew Unohana was probably very nice.

"We have a psychologist who speaks to the patients of the pediatric unit. He's going to come in tomorrow to start talking to you. For the first week he'll come in every day for about half an hour," Unohana said quietly.

"What's his name?" Momo asked unenthusiastically.

"His name is Dr. Ukitake. I'm sure you'll like him. Most of the patients he speaks to do."

"Great. I'm thrilled," Momo muttered sarcastically. She was finding it hard to like anybody here when she didn't even want to be here in the first place.

Momo was pretty sure she was going to hate all the doctors at Blue Meadows. Unohana mildly creeped her out, Isane was too quiet, and the rest of the nurses were too pushy. Although her feelings probably came from her dislike of being at the hospital, she was pretty sure this Dr. Ukitake person wasn't going to be any better.

The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Voices could be heard in the newly occupied room next to Momo's. The Hitsugaya family had been in the room with the white-haired boy all afternoon. Momo guessed he was the patient. For a moment, she wished she had let her mother stay so she could have somebody to talk to.

The Hitsugayas were asked to leave later that night when the visiting hours ended. The sound of shuffling feet was heard through the wall, and Momo saw the father as he walked by her own room. The two girls walked by next, and one of them looked through the crack in Momo's door. Momo looked away, feeling ashamed.

"That girl is alone," the girl said to her father.

"She probably doesn't like you looking through her door, Ren," the father replied. He ushered her along.

The white-haired boy's mother was the last to leave the room. "We'll try to visit you as soon as we can. I love you, Toshiro." So that was his name: Toshiro.

The mother closed Toshiro's door as she left. She caught Momo's gaze as she passed by her room, and gave her a weak smile before continuing down the hall. Aside from a few nurses and doctors passing by every now and then, Momo didn't see anybody for the rest of the evening.

'A few weeks, huh?" Momo thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep. 'A few weeks of hell.' The heart rate machine continued its steady beeping, and soon Momo fell asleep. Just a few more weeks to go.

A/N I know, another short chapter. I think the next one should be longer, and guess what? Momo and Toshiro finally meet each other! Woot woot!