Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, it's Kubo-sensei's and in my spare time I borrow his characters for the little scenarios in my head XD

A/N: Hi, all! How are you? I hope this story finds you all well! This is a random story I cooked today in like one hour just because I suddenly wanted to write this little scenario in my head (so, sorry for the lack of plot XD).

I am actually cooking another one-shot AU since like two weeks ago but I haven't finished writing it so another simple plot bunny came so I just wrote this one in my spare time today XD.

Remember when I said I wanted to write some slices of life from Ichigo and Rukia from 700 Days? XD This is like one of them from their university days (but if you haven't read 700 Days, it's ok, this is a stand-alone, random two or three parters).

All in all, this is just a simple story for fellow IR(s) who are in the mood for something AU, something light with an every-day drama theme XD (and long-distance relationship has always been my favorite trope XD)

Sorry for rambling!

Ichigo groaned in pain and tried to move his right arm. And goddamnit, mother-freaking hell, it hurt like–

"Hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?"

In front of him, Uryuu Ishida–clad in his blue scrub–looked at him with that mixed expression; a composition of pity and smugness and a 'you idiot, how the hell did this happen?' subtext written on his pale face. His arms were crossed and his slender eyebrows were raised at his cousin laying on the hospital bed in the emergency room. He just repeated the words Ichigo had been saying for the past 15 minutes he had been here.

Ichigo tried to move again and the sharp pain came back tripled worse than it was before, "God–fuck–" Ichigo winced in pain again, "fucking hell–goddamnit, motherfu–" he bit his tongue and he didn't want to admit it and he hoped Ishida didn't see it but a little tear came out.

A young, female nursing student Ichigo was kind of familiar with blushed at his colorful choice of curses as she took another measurement of his blood pressure. Her hands shook as she adjusted the cuff around Ichigo's left arm. As a protocol to inspect patients coming in with trauma, Ichigo's shirt was ripped and he was now shirtless, only clad in khaki pants he used earlier. But the young Kurosaki didn't seem to realize his effects on her (and the rest of the nursing girls).

Ichigo Kurosaki, this month's chief of interns, the son of Professor Isshin Kurosaki/the co-owner of the Karakura General and Teaching Hospital–handsome, tall, broad-shouldered and back, brooding, grumpy, and unapproachable–was an everyday topic in the nursing students' locker room.

So, when the news spread fast that the famous intern was brought to the hospital after getting into a traffic accident, all the young nurses in training fought tooth and nail to be the ones in charge of taking care of him.

"I am amazed by this range of vocabulary you use," Uryuu smirked again and shook his head, "you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?"

Ichigo only groaned again. He didn't even bother to respond to Uryuu's jab about his girlfriend right now. He was in too much pain.

So, no, Ichigo didn't want to bring her up right now. His girlfriend of five years, who was currently thousands of kilometers away from him, and by the way, might or might not want to break up with him.

Ichigo felt another pain–a numb one this time–not from his broken arm, but from his heart.

God.

His amber eyes looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 9 in the morning.

But today had been a perfectly horrendous day, hadn't it?

Seeing the way Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows in pain, Uryuu instructed the nurse to administer another dose of IV analgesics.

Once Ichigo was calm enough, Uryuu shoved a tablet close enough for Ichigo to look at, "Monteggia's fracture, apparently," he said and swiped the screen smoothly to show him another photo, "did you hit your head, Kurosaki?"

Ichigo shook his head, he didn't remember. "I don't know. I don't think so,"

Although he remembered going home after a dreadful night shift earlier this morning. He remembered putting on his blue bike helmet and getting on his blue bicycle as he ate that hotdog he got from the hotdog stand in front of the hospital building. He remembered being angry and frustrated and hungry and sleepy at the same time as he tried to make his way back to the flat he shared with Ishida as soon as he could when suddenly there was a speeding truck in front of him and Ichigo threw himself to the right to avoid a fatal crash and then…

…here he was–cursing, complaining, crying (a little bit), and bitching like a little girl because of fractured and dislocated bones.

Uryuu nodded. "FAST is looking good and so far there is no sign of internal bleeding," the blue-haired intern on duty continued, "Head CT is looking fine, but we can never be so sure. We're monitoring you for 24 hours,"

Ichigo snorted. Uryuu needed to stop being all "doctors" on him when the two were basically in the same group of interns doing their 2nd-year clerkship and going to take their medical license board examination in four months.

"We don't want to take chances. Who knows if you hit your head and become more retarded than you already are,"

"Oi, is that something you say to your patient?"

Uryuu snorted back and dismissed him. "Hirako-sensei is going to be your ortho in charge," Uryuu went all business mode again, "I sent him your scan–said you might need a closed reduction and splinting."

Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand. Great. Just what he needed in the last moments of his clinical rotation internship.

"Ryuuken is the neurosurgeon on standby, though we probably may never have to consult him," Uryuu said again. Uryuu never called his father 'dad' or 'father' or 'oyaji' or 'tou-san'. There was always something close to resentment in the way he mentioned his father's name.

Ichigo nodded, still covering his face with his palm. A broken arm would need around 6-12 weeks to recover. Could he make it on time for his board exam?

"You'll be fine, Kurosaki," Uryuu was kind of bitchy most of the time but Ichigo always knew he cared.

Ichigo didn't say anything but Uryuu knew that his cousin slash roommate slash rival was probably into his sulking and brooding mode already and at a time like this he just needed to leave him alone.

Uryuu knew–everyone closest to Ichigo knew–there was only one person in this whole world who could bring him back up when Kurosaki was being like this.

But too bad that person was in the opposite part of the world right now.

"I called your dad," Uryuu said again before he closed the curtain, "and your sisters," he added.

Ichigo massaged his forehead as if he was getting a headache. He could already picture their excessive worries.

"Told Orihime, Sado-kun, and Abarai, too."

Ichigo let out a grunt but he was still not saying anything. Uryuu sighed. He hated it when Ichigo was sulking.

"Kurosaki," Uryuu began again, his tone turning more serious this time, "should I call her too?"

Ichigo made an effort to prop himself up and tried to reach his dark phone on the bedside table, he grunted again at the pain elicited by his body movement.

He mumbled to Uryuu, "no, I will call her." Ichigo's voice was rough, and his amber eyes hardened for reason.

The blue-haired intern nodded once again in understanding before he tried to cheer his rival up once again. "Speedy recovery, Kurosaki. You don't want me to beat your ass too in the board exam, do you?"

"You're goddamn noisy, you know that?" Ichigo frowned deeper and Uryuu smirked as he closed the curtain. Now that was looking better.

Once left alone to himself, Ichigo sighed. He flipped his phone around to observe any damage. He noticed there was a crack on his phone's screen, and there were scratches all over its black metal body, but overall his handphone was still working.

He opened his messaging app and saw several missed calls and unread worried messages from his friends and family and scrolled down to find his girlfriend's contact.

The contact name was Rukia's name followed by a bunny and purple love shape emoji. She changed it herself just a few days after they made it official five years ago–when they were still 16, young, silly, and so much still in their lovey-dovey phase. Ichigo never changed it ever since then.

Her contact picture hadn't changed, it was still an adorable photo of her, Ichigo, and her dear Persian cat, Kon–taken six months ago in her apartment when he again took a long flight and made time to visit her in Boston.

Was it a good thing that she didn't take down the photo yet?

Relationships were never easy and long-distance relationships were even harder.

Although he missed her like crazy every day, they were fine. They made it work without too much drama for almost five years. Their love was being tested and Ichigo believed it just got stronger and stronger with each day they spent being apart.

However, in the last 6 months, they had a lot more fights since Ichigo got busier in his clerkship years and Rukia was preparing her thesis and doing her internship at the same time under Professor Ukitake's wing. They had more and more silly fights when Ichigo was being possessive and jealous or Rukia was being moody when Ichigo didn't have time for late-night video calls.

But this morning. Their fight this morning had blown up way out of proportion than their usual silly fights.

No matter how much they were still in love with each other just like the very first beginning of their young love, their respective busy lives hindered them from having the healthiest communication these days and it put a strain on both of them.

It had been roughly 3 hours since their heated argument through the phone call, and Ichigo's last message to Rukia that he sent before the accident didn't tick blue yet.

I'm sorry

Even his text sounded as pathetic as the situation he was in right now–with broken bones, 6-12 weeks of recovery, an upcoming medical board examination in 16 weeks, and being dumped or close to being dumped or being dumped already by the love of his life.

Rukia's last seen online status was 30 minutes ago. Ichigo's last message to her was 2 hours ago.

So she did receive it and probably saw it already, but didn't even want to read it.

Ichigo groaned again and ruffled his messy orange spikes roughly in frustration.

He couldn't blame her. He was being kind of a total irrational jackass earlier. He knew deserved it.

With a heavy heart, Ichigo tried to call her. Her last words she said to him before she ended the phone call were still clear in his head and they gave him pain Ishida's prescribed analgesics couldn't even deprive him of. ("I'm tired of fighting, Ichigo. I really am.")

'Hi, it's Kuchiki Rukia. I am unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message.'

Ichigo tried three more times but he was answered by the same answering machine each time. He sighed, slammed his phone onto his hospital bed, and covered his eyes with his left arm.

Goddamnit.

Here on the hospital bed, not only did he end up with a broken bone, he ended up with a broken heart too.

A/N: What did you do, strawberry?!

If you enjoy this simple story about nothing please tell me what you think :D

Sorry for the grammar mistakes!