This is a ridiculous filler chap. I'm sort of out of practice for writing lemon's, but I'm still going to try. So hopefully the next chap will be longer.

Turned out that he had every right to worry.

Because upon entering the bedroom, he found her lying in a heap on the floor in nothing but her panties and quickly moved to feel for a pulse in her throat. Her heartbeat was a little bit erratic, but it was strong. So that was something.

Still...

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in such a bad way already?" He muttered, more to himself than her as he carefully collected her from the floor and moved her over to the bed.

Once that was done, he fished his cell out of his pocket and dialed the number for one of the doctors on the medical floor, feeling as if it would be best to have her checked out- but stopped himself from pressing the call button at the last moment since he already knew how to fix this.

Grimacing a little bit as he realized that with her as out of it as she was- he'd have to somehow impregnate her while she was unconscious. And absolutely hating that it felt a little too much that it made him feel like he'd be...assaulting her since she wasn't awake and aware of anything at the moment, and thus couldn't consent.

He decided to spend several moments wracking his brain for an alternative method. Hopefully one that was considerably less creepy and nausea inducing and finally came up with the possible idea of 'artificial insemination'. But wasn't sure if it would work on her in her present state.

Re-dialing one of the doctors- he decided to call one of the specialists on his payroll and ask her if his idea would work. All while praying to god that it would, otherwise he would have failed to help Ichigo.

Luckily and perhaps unluckily, depending on whom one bothered to ask. The doctor was both a big help, and not quite so much. Sure, she had managed to answer his questions about artificially inseminating Ichigo in her present state.

But her instructions on how to do so were beyond mortifying.

Honestly, how the fuck was he supposed to ejaculate into a clean cup and use a turkey baster on the woman? She was unconscious and he wasn't the least bit aroused!

Nervous and anxious as all hell. But not aroused.

He doubted very much that he'd even manage to get a hard on even if he tried. It just...felt wrong to him. Maybe I should call the doctor again and ask her to come up and do this instead? At least the woman would know what the hell she was doing.

Luckily before he could begin to panic any further- Ichigo stirred slightly, causing him to almost literally jump and grab the girl by the shoulders and shake her as he rambled, "Ichigo! Sweetheart, wake up! I need to know what to do here. Because I really, really don't want to one day have to tell our kid that I had to use a turkey baster to get you pregnant! I don't think either of us would live down the shame! Not to mention that our kid would wind up in therapy for years. Wake up please!"

She cracked her eyes open a little bit and smacked weakly at his arms in an effort to get him to stop shaking her. It worked, of course. He wasn't so freaked out that he would ignore something like that for his own sake of mind and comfort.

Not when she was probably hurting really badly.

He may have stopped shaking her, but he didn't bother to remove his hands from her shoulders as he simply sat there for several anxious heartbeats waiting for her to say something when she finally just rasped. "Fuck me."

He wasn't totally sure if she was telling him to get on with it and do her, or if she were cursing. But as far as instructions went the words were pretty self exclamatory.

Sighing softly, he took her words to be the permission that he'd been needing from her. Muttering a quick and barely audible, "Thank god." More to himself than to her, he stood up and quickly stripped out of his clothing and then made a quick trip to the bathroom to grab some pills.

He was slightly embarrassed to admit it since he usually didn't have any issues with preforming, sexually. But in this case, he was still alarmingly flaccid.

So despite not liking the fact that he'd need to rely on pills to help him get an arousal, he'd use them only until she was a bit more aware of things and better able to participate in their lovemaking.