A/N: I don't own Bleach.

Real Time - Discovered

Hamako hurried to move the patients out of the way. She looked up. A patient groaned. She hurried to check on him. More patients finally started to wake up. She felt intense spiritual pressures. She knew who it was.

Hamako didn't have the luxury of wearing a cape, or a double-breasted trench coat, or that weird in-between thing that people often wore. She hoped her armband would be seen. It had a red + on it, marking her as a medic. She hoped that Kurosaki, Sado, Ishida, and Haschwalth would see it and decide to leave her alone; she wanted to save her strength for the wounded. Fat chance though. She could only find- and thus heal- Shinigami. All the Quincies were either fighting or dead. Haschwalth would kill her for saving them. Something flying nicked her head and she felt warm blood run down her right cheek. She'd dropped her defense unknowingly. A patient screamed. Ignoring the blood, sweat, and everyone else, she kneeled at the Shinigami girl's side and started to console her. She couldn't leave them now. If she did, Haschwalth would kill them all.

"You okay, Inoue?" Sado coughed.

"Yeah, got Santen Kesshun out just in time…" Hamako could hear the laugh in Inoue's voice. "Ichigo's fine, too-" The Inoue girl broke off suddenly and gasped softly.

"You're gonna be fine, it's okay." Hamako continued whispering. The girl had tears in her eyes. "Y'know, I had a sister, I think she looked around your age…" She could feel everyone's eyes on her. Their spiritual pressures changed a little as Ishida showed up. Another bead of sweat slid down her face, this time making her frameless glasses slip down a little. She pushed them back up with one hand, holding the wounded girl's hand with the other. She was sure the Quincy Zeichen emblazoned on her back made her one big, fat target.

"You're gonna tell me, Uryū, why you chose to take the Quincies' side and why you're trying to fight us!" Kurosaki suddenly shouted. Okay, so Hamako apparently wasn't a threat anymore. She continued to walk amongst the rows of patients, aware that Inoue was watching her.

"What will you do about it..." Ishida replied, tense. Here, Hamako lost track of the conversation, as it sounded like banter between friends. Unimportant. She hurried along the rows of patients, checking their conditions. She sometimes stopped to check a pulse.

The Inoue girl's eyes followed her, but she didn't do anything.

"...I'm staying here and taking this place down."

Hamako had to snort at this as she bent down and undid the already bloody bandages of another Shinigami who'd been shot. She tried to clean the dripping red cloth as best she could while checking on the wound. It was healing, albeit slowly. She redid the bandages on the man's arm.

She moved on.

"Now you know, so go. Before Haschwalth…"

Hamako stiffened, feeling Haschwalth's reiatsu. She gripped the handle of a scalpel tightly and turned around, the blood draining from her face. He was coming straight towards her.

"I see how you will respond. Uryū Ishida." Haschwalth's cold voice resonated around the room. Hamako let out a breath.

"And what do we have here?" Haschwalth questioned, his pristine shoes clacking on the blood-strewn floor. All eyes were on her. Her heart in her throat, she grit her teeth and turned around, facing an approaching Haschwalth with a small scalpel in her hand.

"Don't." There was more bite in her voice than she expected. Hamako was surprised to find she actually meant it. She was breathing hard now, a bead of sweat sliding freely down her neck. She wasn't sure if she could beat Haschwalth. Her hand quivered and she saw everyone's eyes widen slightly.

Haschwalth smirked.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she ran through her options in her head. She could fight him and lose the advantage of surprise. She could run and doom the fifty or so Shinigami to die. Or, she could-

Two arrows in her chest and gut cut her train of thought.

Hamako toppled forwards onto the floor. She did not rise.