Summary: Seireitei Psychiatric Hospital, a place for those deemed insane and beyond help. Can one determined healer prove them wrong and heal the one she loves?
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Angst [possible humor]
Warnings: AU/Sex/Language/Mature Themes
Pairings: Ichigo and Orihime

AUTHORS NOTE: Hello to anyone reading this, I don't really have much to say except that I hope you enjoy it, oh and thanks for reading this.

A Schizophrenics Love

Chapter 9: Goodbyes?

She kept wiping her hands on her skirt, nervously trying to get rid of the tell tale sweat signs that showed she was a nervous wreck. He wasn't faring much better, it was subtle, but he didn't make eye contact with her, instead his eyes darted nervously around the room. They were sitting on opposite ends of the room. This is terrible, Orihime moaned to herself, this wasn't what she had planned for today, but it appeared that the events of the previous night had only served to make their already awkward relationship, a tad more awkward. Right, I'm the doctor I need to take charge! She cleared her throat quietly,

"Uh…Ichi..Ichigo-san?"

His head snapped up and brown eyes met with grey for a fraction of a second before they both quickly glanced away.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night," she wasn't looking at him anymore so she didn't see the curious stare he was now giving her, "it was completely unprofessional and unfair of me to place you in a situation like that. I…I hope you can forgive me."

There was a brief silence in the room for a few beats.

"Forgive you? What the hell should I be forgiving you for?" his tone of voice forced her to look and stare at him, and what she saw shocked her. For the first time since their sessions had started, Ichigo looked angry. She'd seen his alter personality angry, but that was different, that man was a whole different person, he was not Ichigo.

"Ichigo-san?" she said tentatively, knowing that he was probably at his snapping point, but she didn't understand what had gotten him so angry, "what-"

He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair backwards, "I don't understand you Inoue."

She blinked, not understanding him.

"Some days you seem so sure of yourself, like that day when you had to deal with Nel when she had a relapse…and other days you act like you don't know what the hell you're doing, like today. I don't know whether this is your style of working, or whatever, but I don't like it."

Before she had a chance to react to his statement, he quickly crossed the room and flopped down next to her on the sofa she was seated on.

"Ichi-"

He cut her off again, "you're stronger than you think you are Inoue," he wasn't looking at her as he spoke, instead he had placed both arms around the back of the chair and looking up towards the ceiling, "last night…last night when you were crying,"

Orihime bowed her head to try and hide her blush, she didn't need to be reminded of how unprofessional she had been the previous night.

"…it was painful to watch you cry, to watch you crying over something as ridiculous as me. It pisses me off sometimes when I watch you, you're always caring. You care too much."

"I'm a doctor, it's my job to care," she mumbled, not really seeing where he was going.

"I said you care too much. Crying over someone like me is just plain stupid, and you're a doctor, you're supposed to be smart."

You got that right, King.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say, Ichigo-san. If this is about yesterday…when I…I…if this is about yesterday I can promise you it will never happen again!"

Ichigo turned his head to the left, so he could actually get a clear vision of his doctor. She wasn't looking at him, her head was bowed downwards towards her lap.

She is hot.

Ichigo winced, he didn't like when he spoke about her like that, he shook his head and continued on what he was about to say.

"It will though. It will happen again. Like I said Inoue, you care too much. I've never had a doctor who cared so much about their patients before, you're different…and…and I don't think…I don't think…" he licked his lips, wondering how he was going to say what he'd been building himself up to say all night, "I think I should get a new doctor."

Are you fucking insane? Are you high? What the fuck do you think you're doing King?

He ignored the voice, which sounded extremely angry, and focused his attentions on Orihime, who looked like she was about to go into cardiac arrest. She was sitting on the sofa with a look of pure horror etched onto her face, and at first Ichigo was worried that she really was in some sort of danger, then the look of horror faded away from her face, and a sad smile replaced it.

"Was I really…really that bad yesterday?"

"Eh?" Ichigo frowned at her, he hadn't been expecting her to say anything like that, "what are you talking about?"

"You don't want me as your doctor anymore…was I really that unprofessional last night, so unprofessional that you've lost all faith in me?"

Ichigo frowned at her words, she was doing it again, that reverse psychology thing she had to him the night before.

"Tell me you want me to take you back," Orihime whispered quietly as she stared into his chocolate brown eyes.

"I want…" he trailed off slightly and his eyes stopped looking directly at Orihime, but they started to roam her body slowly, when he returned to looking at her eyes once again, his cheeks were stained with red and Orihime was pretty sure her own were as well, "I want you…"

"I want you to take me to wherever the hell your friends are so we can get this over with quickly!"

"Well Ichigo-san? Is that it?" Orihime stared at him defiantly, her face still held that sad smile, but her chin was raised ever so slightly in the air, showing him that she wanted an answer. Well, she wanted more than that, she wanted the truth. He narrowed his eyes at her, she was good.

"No…"

"Then I don't see what the problem is," she stood up and smiled at him, and he could honestly say that her smile blew him away, "I'll tell you a secret Ichigo-san,"

She wants to fuck you? Please be that.

"I like you," I love you, "You're one of my favourite patients", I only have three, but seeing you every day makes my day, "and I made a promise when I started with you that I wouldn't stop until I've helped you to the best of my ability. And this is exactly what I'm going to do, whether you like it or not!" she pumped her fist in the air and pushed aside her unspoken thoughts, her main priority was her patients health and well being, her own emotions could not be allowed to play a part in this.


He seemed to be doing a lot of this nowadays, lying in his bed, sorting out his thoughts. His thoughts nowadays seemed to be revolving around one person though. His doctor.

Kingy's got the hot's for Hime-chan? Huh?

"Fuck off," Ichigo growled aloud as he rolled over onto his stomach, turning off his lamp as he went, "stop talking about her."

Ya jealous King?

Ichigo didn't reply, he wasn't jealous, he was worried. There were very few people Ichigo found himself truly caring for; his sisters, his father, that was about it, but now, now he couldn't help adding another name to that list. Orihime Inoue. And that fact scared him a little bit, he always ended up hurting those he cared about.


A/N: Ugh, I'm so sorry about this horrendously late update. School and home life is not going great right now for me, so this is the quickest I've been able to actually write up any of my ideas. Thank you to everyone whose reviewed so far, and please continuing doing so, you actually have no idea how much your reviews help me write. Thank you very much :)