No one likes being woken up abruptly, especially when in a much needed hibernation state. Yet that damned doctor did that to Hiei. Pulled the cord of his tank, forcing it to go into emergency shut down and wake up him up. To stumbling wet and twist out of all those cords naked was a shock to a just woken brain. He desired nothing more but to back into the sweet sleep of hibernation. The doctor grabbed him by the arm, seemingly to help him. Hiei shook him off, fist held up to punch him. He froze when he saw Nishi laying on the floor.

She was pale, shivering and laying on her side on the hard floor. Her face was bloodied, from scratch marks around her forehead, eyes, and cheeks, to blood dripping from her nose, and to frothy blood on her lips. Her fingernails were stained with blood at the tips.

He was next to her in a rush, uncaring about the awkward state she was in. The memories he had given her... she had sought them out from him and unconsciously he had given them to her. He had taken in hers as well, but since he had been unconscious, she had been forced to take the whole neural load rather than him taking the brunt of it like he would have if he had been conscious.

Gently, he reached over and touched her chilled forehead. The doctor meanwhile berated him, as if he could not tell what state she was already in and why. "You gave her those memories and now she can't handle them. Take them back," the doctor demanded.

Hiei ignored him, reaching into Nishi's mind, seeing how damaged it was from the onslaught of his memories, and carefully pulled her back out of his memories and to the present. She blinked up at him. One of her eyes was bloodshot, having burst a vein even in there. Her mind needed to rest to recover from damage done. Exhausted though he himself felt, she needed him now to help her finish shifting through his memories before her mind was irrevocably damaged.

"Sleep," he willed her as gently as he could manage.

"No," she protested, closing her eyes and mentally resisting him. She wanted to go back into the memories.

"Why did you give her your memories?" the irritating doctor demanded. "You should have known she could not handle them. She screamed, she cried, she begged, scratched up her own face before I could stop her, and she even seized at one point. Take them away. She can't handle them." Like he could not tell.

"I wasn't conscious. I didn't realize what was going on when she made the request," Hiei hissed back at the fool without looking away from Nishi. She was foolish and stubborn. She should have just waited until Mukuro had passed, and then they could have shared memories with conscious and barring the neural load. She was still awake herself, but with her eyes stubbornly shut. He reached down to her inner wrist and dug his nails into her flesh. She gasped, opening her eyes up to him. "Sleep," he commanded her.

She went limp on the ground so fast he nearly panicked. He sat on the ground, not caring that it felt cold. He pulled her over to him, but stopped. "Heal her," he demanded of the doctor.

"I can't heal her mind," the doctor whined. "Not many healers can. I've heard only the queen and a handful of others can do such a thing."

"Heal her face you fool," Hiei demanded. "Unless you can't even do that as well."

The doctor huffed indignantly, placing his hands on her face, healing all the damage there. He had to reach his hand into mouth to heal her tongue, which she had bitten when she seized. In healing, he did not get rid of the blood left on her face though.

"Get something to wash off her face," Hiei urged, not wanting to see her bloodied like that anymore. He blinked to himself tiredly, wanting to crawl into the nearest bed and sleep until oblivion.

The doctor huffed away, but at least he did as he was told. Hiei took the damp wash cloth the doctor had found away from him, cleaning her face until the every trace of blood was removed. The doctor had huffed away again. Hiei pulled Nishi up, leaning her against him. His hand snaked into her hairline, cradling her head gently. He went to enter her mind, to ease the difficulty of going through his remaining memories, but Mukuro entered his in that moment.

'Come here,' she demanded, sending him an image of herself alone in her bedroom.

On one hand, now that Nishi was asleep and had been through the most difficult of his memories, she could traverse the lest traumatic and more recent ones without much more damage. On the other hand, he did not want to leave her. He had been dumb enough to let her take the memories without protecting her mind from the onslaught. It could have killed her. It would be the least he could do to help her recover. Yet he knew Mukuro wanted him and her death was going to be soon, not wanting to face it alone. She had once told him she expected him to be there, even though he had never promised technically to do so.

'She'll be fine, come here,' Mukuro ordered more firmly.

Hiei looked down at Nishi, hand still holding her head. He looked up, seeing the doctor approaching the two them, blanket in hand. Hiei nodded down at Nishi, telling him to cover her up instead. This cold was nothing to him, but she was shivering here and there in his arms.

'I said come here,' Mukuro demanded angrily.

Hiei blocked her from his mind completely. He shielded Nishi's mind too, just in case. It sickened him to think that it might come to the moment that she might also want the death of rival as he desired the death of the wind mage. She had promised never to harm Nishi or the twins, but not even an hour ago she tried to play off Nishi's insecurities to have a reason to fight her, even after being unshackled from her past.

Hiei looked over at the doctor. "Mukuro needs someone with her. Go," he told him.

"How do you know that?" the doctor asked him. Hiei merely looked at him. "At least take her somewhere warmer."

"I will," he answered softly. "Once she's finished the memories. Now go." The doctor murmured under his breath, but thankfully left the room.

Hiei looked back down at Nishi, entering her mind once more, letting her mind continue flipping through his memories that remained to her. They were easier for her to handle, more recent, less bloody, and more familiar to her. He still did not allow any of them to harm her mind though, baring the neural load of them by himself without any trouble. Once she got through them, her mind went to rest fully, working to recover the damage he allowed to be inflicted.

He laid her down on the floor, taking the blanket from her, standing up, and wrapping it around himself for some form of modesty. He then picked her up in his arms, carrying her from the room. Her head, arms, and legs dangled listlessly. He plan to take her to their bedroom and lay down to rest with her.

He figured that must of been around the time a freed Mukuro passed away.