I must be evil. You'll see why.
Ichigo was turning blue. Her delicate veins were strained from her pale skin. Her face was contorted with pain. She was still thrashing, and Kishu was becoming increasingly more worried for Ichigo's physical and mental health. Ichigo's heart rate was erratic. Far too high one second, and dangerously low the next. And her fever.. Her fever was staggering. All Kishu could concentrate on was that he could do nothing. With a conscience such as his… It was inevitable he got help soon. But to leave her….
Kishu sighed uneasily, and kissed Ichigo's burning forehead.
"I'll be back, Ichigo. Don't go and die on me. Please. Don't die." Kishu turned to the window, and disappeared.
"Pai." Kishu had, somehow, in a rare moment of desperation, shocked his old friend. Pai turned around, But slowly- even when shocked, he was aware of the desperation surrounding the boy stood before him.
"Ichigo.. She…I.." Kishu began to whimper. Pai was simply watching as Kishu made a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a growl- a mixture of defeat and defiance- and regain his normal, arrogant composure.
"Pai. I need your help. It's important. Ichigo... Well. Ichigo is dying."
I'd laugh. But it's only this short because I have to find the book. This is the end of 1 book, and the rest of the story is in another. So trust me. Whilst I WOULD laugh, It's not my fault. And before anyone says- ITS TOO SHORT!! I know. And, quite frankly, I'm as angry as you are. I HATE MY SHORT MEMORY!!! I NEED to find that book...
I'll TRY AND FIND THE BOOK SO I CAN FINISH THE CHAPTER!