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Chapter 7

It had taken about twenty five minutes to drive to Ichigo's place of work, his space free as always. Department heads all got dedicated spaces and even though he insisted that whoever was covering for him when he was off to just use the space, most of his senior staff just parked in the regular spaces, just in case.

Ichigo pulled his sunglasses off his head and stuck them in the visor. He looked over at his brunette companion, smiling at the miserable look on his face. "Aw pet, you still look hot." Ichigo leaned over and kissed him, fully and deeply. Grimmjow's hands came up and cupped his face, running his fingers along the jaw bone, into his hair. Ichigo pulled away and smirked. He opened his door and stepped out, twenty yards to the staff entrance.

Grimmjow was a bit slower getting out, his legs and ribs still very sore, although he was determined to not need help to walk. Ichigo had told him he was being a stubborn ass and would just push his recovery time back. Grimmjow had replied that just cause he was a doctor it didn't mean he could dictate. Ichigo's response was, like hell it doesn't!

They made their way round to the main entrance to the emergency department, Grimmjow trying to walk without a limp but failing, pain evident on his face. As they approached the entrance, Grimmjow had fallen back a bit making Ichigo grab one of the wheelchairs in the foyer to go and get the man.

Grimmjow's dark face told him exactly what the former blunette thought of his idea but Ichigo didn't relent. "You think I'm lifting you and carrying you into my work? Sit the fuck down before you fall and break something, like the floor."

Grimmjow did as he was told, protesting at all the jokes about weight that seemed to be getting thrown his way. Ichigo just pushed him through the main doors, flying on the back of the chair like a kid on a shopping trolley.

Ichigo was greeted by many people as they made their way to the front desk, from porters to nurses. The receptionist was looking a bit frazzled and didn't look their way for a moment but eventually snapped her eyes up, with an attempt at a smile.

"Dr Kurosaki, I'm sorry, I didn't see you at first. What can I do for you sir?" The plump blonde made an effort to straighten her hair, the strands escaping from the bun on her head. No one wanted the boss to come in when the place was running a bit mad.

"Don't worry about it; I can see we're swamped. I've got a friend visiting from Osaka and he's got some broken ribs, he had a bit of a fall last night and I'm worried one has got displaced. How long do you reckon I'd be waiting for an x-ray?"

The receptionist straightened herself and reached for a clip board, displaying the waiting list for the various departments, X ray, mri and such.

"Well sir, it looks like at least 45 minutes, but I could maybe rearrange one man to go after his plastics consultation if," she paused for a second, glancing at her boss to see his reaction to the negotiation.

"What do you need?"

"Well Daisuke hasn't had a break yet, though he won't go for one with the place so busy. If you could cover for half an hour I'll have your friend x-rayed by the time you finish. Name and ID please sir?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes at her expectation that he would do as he said. The whole place would crumble without good quality office staff, a fact that most departments took for granted.

Grimmjow produced his new driver's license and gave his fake name, both of which passed inspection quickly.

"Mr Grimshaw if you could sit in the waiting area, someone will take you along to x-ray soon. Dr Kurosaki is now listed as your doctor, so he will get the x-ray's when they are processed and he'll take care of you."

Ichigo wheeled Grimmjow over to the waiting area and passed him a magazine. "I'll check on you in a bit, I guess my day off has been cancelled."

Grimmjow watched Ichigo walk off to the patient side of the department, disappearing into a room along from the reception desk. After a couple of minutes, Ichigo came back out with a white coat on, over his t-shirt and jeans. He came back through to the waiting area, winking at Grimmjow. He grabbed the arm of a dark haired doctor, catching his attention. The two men shook hands, relief clear on the others face as Ichigo relieved him of his duty for a bit.

Grimmjow wondered how such a young man had got to the top of his department at his age. Not that he knew for definite, but he'd not put Ichigo above 24, definitely not older than himself at 28. He guessed he could have just been that good, but it did seem a bit off.

Something else occurred to him as he'd given his fake name over to the receptionist. Jack Grimshaw was based off Grimmjow Jeagerjackes, a name he'd never uttered to Ichigo, how did they know it? He supposed his name might have been searchable, especially for the computer type Shinji. He wondered if he was as good as Kiora, or if the two would get along. They'd be physical opposites, one blonde and tanned, one black haired and pale, brown eyes to acid green eyes. He wondered if he'd ever see his childhood friend again.

Ichigo popped back through, calling his next patient, a young woman with a child holding a towel to a bleeding arm, the woman doing her best to keep him calm. Ichigo bent right down on his knees to be eye to eye with the kid as he spoke directly to his patient, smiling softly. The kid responded well and they walked behind the desk.

Grimmjow didn't note the passing of time, but eventually a porter called his name and pushed him down to the x ray department.

The technician was a bubbly girl who helped him up onto the table, minding his leg when he informed her he had stitches in it. When he told her what had happened, or at least the story they'd made up, she nodded understandingly before aligning the camera at his chest and ducking behind her screen. Grimmjow held the lead pad against his privates as the machine clicked and clunked twice. The girl returned, rolling him onto his side and tucking the pad against his legs.

Once the machine had clicked and clunked twice he was helped back to his wheelchair and taken back to the reception. The reception seemed a lot quieter than it had been, people seeming quieter, especially the staff. Ichigo appeared a few minutes later, looking a bit ruffled and frowning more than usual.

He came over to Grimmjow and knelt at his side, speaking quietly. "Someone has shot a nurse at a nearby hospital and ran. He was injured so they've put us on alert too. Keep your eyes open for me please?" Ichigo clasped his shoulder before standing, forcing a calm smile onto his face.

Grimmjow started sweeping his eyes over everyone in the room, checking them out for possible signs they were a nut case with a weapon. One bloke at the other end of the waiting room looked a bit suspicious, grey hoodie, downcast eyes and quick glances all around him, like he was worried someone was looking for him. But Grimmjow didn't want to make a mistake so he sat tight and kept his eye on the guy.

Ten minutes later and Ichigo appeared again, looking more agitated than before. He caught Grimmjow's eye but before he could say anything, two men burst through the front door and staggered up to Ichigo, the bigger one being half dragged by the smaller. The small guy pulled a gun on Ichigo who put his hands up immediately.

"Doctor, you need to help my friend!"

"I don't need to do anything for a guy with a gun. Hand it over and I'll help your friend."

The small guy just looked at him, shaking with the effort of holding his friend with one arm. He lowered the man to the floor, using both arms to support the gun. "No, you don't get to dictate the terms. I keep the gun and you fix my friend or I'll shoot you, and anyone else who says no!"

Ichigo didn't like the situation, too many innocent bystanders. He considered getting the gun off the guy, figuring it wouldn't be difficult, but he might squeeze of a round and hit someone. Ichigo took a step forwards, kneeling down at the injured man. He felt his thready pulse and noted his clammy skin. He moved him straight and found the bullet wound high on the guy's thigh, a puncture wound right through.

Ichigo looked up at the gun wielder. "Your friend is going to die without a blood transfusion and an operation to fix the damage to his leg. None of which can be done while you hold a gun over my head. Put the thing down and let me fix him."

Ichigo wasn't prepared for the guy bringing the gun butt first down onto his face. Ichigo felt his face split open at his eyebrow, blood streaming down. He hated head wounds, they always bled too much. Ichigo was pulled up by his arm pit and held with the gun to his temple.

"Call for help and get my friend fixed or I'll blow your pretty head off."

Ichigo caught Grimmjow's eye, noting the fury on the other's face. He shook his head and let himself be manhandled over to the patient. He called for a couple of porters to help him get the injured man onto the gurney and wheel him through to the department and straight into the emergency theatre.

Grimmjow gave them a few minutes head start before he stood up and followed, stopping at the reception desk for a second.

"Have you called the police?"

"I pressed the panic button as soon as I saw the gun; they will be here in a minute. You should sit down."

"Like hell, I need to make sure he's ok."

"Are you close friends, you and Dr Kurosaki?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He grinned at the girl.

Grimmjow snuck through, seeing Ichigo over at a wide sink, scrubbing his hands while a nurse was fixing a piece of gauze to his face. Ichigo looked furious, but he was clearly intending on fixing the man.

Ichigo looked out the window, straight at him, shaking his head, gesturing him to back off. He knew the espada would want to get involved, but Ichigo wanted the man alive to face trial for murdering an ER nurse. No way would he let him get off easy.

Ichigo thrived under this kind of pressure. It used his medical skills he'd obtained being trauma medic for Aizen as well as his precision, accuracy and stress handling he'd learned in the other job he'd had for the man.

The leg took less than twenty minutes to fix, the man's colouring improving as the fluids were replenished. Ichigo was sewing up the wound, before his nurse started cleaning the leg off for bandaging. Ichigo went to scrub out, his job done when he was grabbed again, the man with the gun catching his arm and twisting it up his back.

"Right, now you need to get us out of here without the police catching us. Wouldn't want us to be killed escaping here after all of your hard work now eh?"

Ichigo looked over his shoulder at his nurse, who had frozen in fear. He gestured for her to back off and leave them to it. She backed away and was nearly out of the room when she banged into a stainless steel tray of instruments, clattering them. The gun man turned, pointing the gun out. Ichigo ripped his arm out of the guys hold and kicked him in the knee, bending it backwards. The gun was pulled, but it ricocheted off the walls, landing somewhere safe.

Ichigo felt he was now clear to disarm the nut job in front of him, with the room clear of innocents and he moved in to relieve the gunman.

At the sound of the gun, Grimmjow had moved to the door, about to beat it down, but the police stopped him entering, grabbing his arms. The nurse scrambled out of the room and Grimmjow saw Ichigo walk towards the man, threat in every muscle. Grimmjow felt chills as Ichigo became a death shade, descending onto the man in front of him. He moved like a spirit, reducing the man to a bundle of meat and pain, clearly taking his anger out on the gun man. Ichigo barged through the doors, dropping the gun into the police's hands his gloved hands still covered in blood from the operation and from his take down of the man.

Ichigo kept walking, needing to get away from what he'd just done, what he'd become to reduce a man to that. He felt a side of him emerge with a sadistic grin that he'd put away in a lead box years ago. He could feel the pull to let himself slide all the way back. Back to when he'd ran from home, back to when he'd been scraped off the pavement by Aizen after getting beaten up by a gang and given safe haven. He'd only learned later that the gang belonged to Aizen and he used them to get fresh meat for his minions. He didn't bank on getting one with such a natural talent for killing and destruction.

Ichigo had rained as the number one visord for 3 years, his name feared in the base but no one knew the white haired demon in the mask was really him; he did not mix with any of the others.

He felt hands on his shoulders and he knew Grimmjow was checking if he was alright. Ichigo snapped the gloves off, letting them drop to the floor before he turned, accepting the embrace and the emotional support too. He knew he'd have questions to answer about his actions but he was wondering if it was time to tell his new lover about his own past.

The police interviewed them both and Ichigo had his eyebrow sew up by his friend Daisuke who was so apologetic that it had happened when he should have been there.

Ichigo brushed off his apologies and assured him he was fine, and he was glad it was him and no one else had been hurt. Ichigo finally had time to see Grimmjow's X rays, which assured him there were no displacements and he would heal without needing any help.

They headed back to the car, Ichigo being overly quiet and distant. Grimmjow wasn't sure what to do for the berry, and just left him alone, hoping just being there physically would help.

Sitting in the car, Ichigo leaned forward on the steering wheel, closing his eyes.

"Want to talk about it?"

"It's not what you think, I'm not traumatised or anything. It just brought out a side that I thought I'd got away from."

"As I said, I'm here to listen if you want."

"It's a long story."

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