The room is occupied by a young boy lying atop a large hospital gurney.
His eyes are shut in the sleep of the sedated, drool pooling down from a slack mouth.
The air is cool from a partially opened window. The only movement to break the stillness is that of a black feline as it quickly eases its way past the panes of glass, tail furiously twitching.
Returning to true form, Yoruichi viciously swipes the top sheet from the bed and quickly fashions a simple toga to cover her naked body.
The silent anger that has preceded her arrival quickly turns into pity as she gets a proper look at Hitsugaya's bruised body. She looks longest at the thin wrists that peek out from a hospital gown one size too big. The ice captain looks so tiny and vulnerable dwarfed by the bed in which he is resting.
Berating herself for such weakness, Yoruichi nevertheless scoops Hitsugaya into her arms with a rare gentleness. She keeps him swathed in hospital blankets in consideration of his condition, and in light of the meagre supplies they have back at the 'hole' they call a home.
Yoruichi quickly moves to the door, listening intently for any sounds of activity. The squeak of soft rubber as a nurse moves down the corridor is the only indicator of life. As soon as the steps die, Yoruichi opens the door wide with no further caution.
The corridor is empty. Yoruichi takes a deep breath in preparation of quick flight, before shunpoe-ing from the hospital in a blur of white.