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One of Isane's qualities was a large inclination to worry. Whether it be too much or the perfect amount no one could say as her worrying was usually well-founded and without her warnings disasters would probably be far more frequent.

So when she said to Ukitake, "That's seems risky," He took it painfully too heart. Ukitake himself was a careful man, he didn't often charge into situations that would get him killed or even exhausted as aware as he was of his physical condition. It was these things along with his loyalty and thoughtfulness that had caused Matsumoto to call him with her predicament which is how this situation arose in the first place.

He'd been walking back from visiting the Ishida boy, Isane escorting him under the guise as a guest (it would seem Yoruichi had run off with her clearance) when his phone rang.

Isane had watched in mild fascination as his eyes grew ever darker with the continuation of the conversation. The only words he'd said were, "I'll see what I can do," followed by a lengthy contemplative sigh after flipping his phone shut.

"You know you're not supposed to have those on in this ward."

She said uselessly indicating the pocket he'd stuffed the phone into, he was too busy running anxious fingers through his cloudy hair.

"Something else horrible happen?"

Isane asked, it was a joking question, one she hoped was not the truth. Ukitake, physically taxed and one of the few members of those still waiting that was still awake had just enough care lacking from him to explain the entire situation to the girl.

"Matsumoto's found Gin in a bad way."

"That's not bad news."

Juushiro was momentarily thrown by her animosity towards Gin, he reasoned that the med student was a good friend of Soi Fong's and considering the nights events had every reason to have a distaste to the fox-eyed felon.

It was an odd thing to think that there was such a difference in knowledge between him in the girl, it was as if Yoruichi's running away had created a generation gap between them and she knew not the group's previous dynamics.

So in this three in the morning state he opened himself even wider. The script went something like this:

"Gin wasn't always a bad guy, you know Matsumoto right?"

"The girl with large-"

"That one, she was his fiancé, the month before they were gonna get married he left."

"Like Yoruichi?"

"Around the same time, there were allegations that they'd run off together but Yamamoto informed us that Urahara had disappeared too and that made more sense."

"Yamamoto?"

"My boss."

"It still doesn't seem like there's grounds to trust him."

"There isn't, which is why all of this is so screwed, Matsumoto wants me to go pick him up and drop the two of them somewhere safe."

"That seems risky, not too mention unfair she can't get someone else?"

"I have a distinct feeling she's tried."

"She trusts him?"

"Soi Fong trusts Yoruichi."

The dialogue broke into pieces as she paused in the hall, there was a certain rose in trust that had longer thorns than all the rest. Rangiku and Sois' hands may end up bleeding but for what other reason did she want to be a doctor than to heal their wounds?

"Will you bring them back here?"

Ukitake rubbed the back of his head, he hadn't even agreed to pick them up yet, "I don't think I can, with Yoruichi and Kuukaku here the second they saw him he'd need more than a good doctor."

Isane nodded.

Hanatarou had been working the desk at that time, it was something that the interns usually did but he'd been roped into working the night shift once again by slick tongued would-be underlings.

He'd never heard his own name over the public announcement system before, he'd never done anything wrong and he'd never done anything extraordinarily right and this level of above average average-ness left few even knowing his name much less announcing it.

So for the first few seconds after hearing, "Would Hanatarou Yamada please report to the ER," he did not comprehend it at all, he continued reading through the names on the check-in list knowing that he wouldn't see anybody he knew anyway.

When the message finally traveled from his ears to his brain he hopped up confused and pondering the reasons why someone might find interest in his company, maybe someone had blamed something on him?

It was only a few hallways to the ER, it was purposefully close to the entrance so dying patients who came in the wrong door still had a chance of surviving.

He'd almost taken out three nurses and a wheel chair on the way but he got there in one piece and found Isane standing with a tall silver-haired man, he stared up at both of them.

Of course if anyone where to be announcing a need for his help it would be Isane, she at least knew his name.

Immediately the girl grabbed his shoulder and handed him, quite literally over to the man.

"Take him with you,"

"Are you sure you can afford giving me one of your doctors."

"Most of the action at three in the morning takes place in the ER, we'll be fine."

Hanatarou looked confusedly between the two, his eyeballs ping-ponging from one face to another.

The man nodded and pulled him out through the waiting room, where Ganju's older sister stared at him, and into the cold.

Halibel's headphones devoured either side of her face, the earpieces were huge and between those and the scarf she wore it was hard to make sense of her identity. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra walked back and forth in front of her seat, heir mouths opening and closing, Grimmjow's more so, an arguments had arisen but that was why she'd bought noise canceling headphones.

Aizen didn't need words, as soon as he walked into the room, flanked by the cloudy eyed Tousen the two men stopped their childish bickering.

She didn't bother to take the behemoth's off, she just clicked the volume down on her music player enough so she could hear him and still drown out the din of breathing and coughs.

"This was a complete and utter failure."

They all knew that, they also all knew what Grimmjow and Tousen had done to Gin in the back alley of the hideaway and that such violence wouldn't be the end of Aizen's wrath.

"I expect better from all of you next time, we won't be relying on weak links."

His venom gurgled up from the floor, as silent as his eyes, it wrapped around their ankles and gave on clear warning, 'that weak link better not be you.'

"Halibel, I want you to go chat with Miss.Shihouin, peacefully if you can, work something out, her weakness is obvious, use it."

She nodded and turned her headphones back up, she'd heard all she'd need.

This was the first time she'd ever done this. She had a feeling that Yoruichi had done it before, maybe more than once, they had shared a bed after all. It was almost calming, she couldn't very well sleep in this condition, drugs ran marathons under her skin and as doped as she was she feared that sleep would be irreversible in this condition, she hated hospitals.

There were other reasons, mainly Yoruichi curled against her, as vulnerable as she had ever been. It only now occurred to her that the woman might be cold in the tee-shirt she'd worn from the performance, only now realized how easy it was to free her arm from the blanket and run her finger up the chocolate landscape of her skin. With the depth of her sleep came the security of never being found out, she kissed the back of her neck and twirled bits of indigo hair between her fingers.

Her hands reached to the woman's abdomen and pressed against the smooth muscle there, higher until she felt the woman's heartbeat, she pressed her ear to her back and listened.

She thanked the little organ for it's good work, knowing that it probably held both of their lives in it's tiny muscles, quite the epiphany to have in such a situation, she probably wouldn't remember it later and knowing that caused her to forgot all together what she was thinking and fall back into the tempo of her heart beat. They'd both dance to it for a bit longer, infuse it with their voices and play it out in music.

Gin and his dirty city couldn't touch the white of the hospital sheets, at least not for that night.

So Soi had one more epiphany she thought not to forget, that sanctuary could be found even with a wounded arm and incapacitated body as long as your with the right person. She'd wanted to write that one down.