IshiHime 100 Themes
By LadyGemma
Disclaimer- See first theme.
AN: Well, I'm back again already! I really like doing these drabbles, and I never thought I'd say that. I won't bore you with an insanely long author's note, so on with the next theme!
Theme 2- Legacy:
White. Everywhere he looked, there was white. Even the napkin he was murdering in his shaky hands was white. And the smell, oh the smell was making him nauseous. It was so clean and antiseptic.
'Well, what do you expect, oh might Quincy? You are in a hospital after all.' The annoying voice in his head that sounded too much like Ichigo reminded him. Yes, he was in a hospital. Not as a patient, though. His predicament was much, much worse. He was the anxious husband waiting for word of his wife and new child.
He'd been kicked out of the room earlier by one of the doctors tending to his ailing wife. She'd gone into labor much earlier than expected, and there were complications. So he'd been sitting in this pristine, white waiting room for the past hour. Ichigo, Rukia, and their two-year-old son had dropped by earlier to check on him, make sure he ate and such.
Soon, his trance was broken by a woman in a long white lab coat touching his shoulder. "Mr. Ishida?"
He looked up in fear, hoping that she wasn't to be the bearer of bad news. The smile on the young doctor's face told him otherwise.
"Mr. Ishida, your wife and daughter are waiting for you."
I could have gone on, but I figured that would be a good place to end it. I'm not sure if Rukia would be able to have kids or not, but for the sake of this story, she can or they adopted…I dunno. Pick one. Enjoy and don't forget to review!