Hello all. Long time no see? So I'm closing the poll on my account my midnight so if anyone still wants to vote go ahead and I'll start making the list! Thank you all who voted! Hope my stories are fulfilling!

Anyways, sorry for the wait! I've been busy and exhausted these. Want to take certain classes at college but as usual, life's a bitch.

Two more chapters left. Apologies to Hollow-Ichigo-Ichigo for taking so long. I hope this long chapter is a good compensation heh

Enjoy and proceed

Grimmjow couldn't hear anything. He didn't want to hear anything. Even though he felt the hospital doors give way to let him through, he didn't know how loudly he had pushed them open. But the way everyone was staring at him was enough indication that he must have been loud enough to scare the hell out of them.

He looked around, eyes glistening, eyes desperate and searching, heart pounding and throat so dry he could barely swallow. For a minute, he almost forgot where he was. How did he even get here? Did he drive? Did he walk? Why was it so hard to remember? Oh yes, the accident. The accident in which-

'Sir? Sir? Darf ich dir helfen?'

A hand pressed gently to his arm. He jolted away like he had been shocked. He managed to scare the male nurse as well because the petite man jumped back too. The little man shakily lowered his clipboard which he had used to protect himself in case Grimmjow had tried to harm him.

'Sir,' he started again though his tone more shaky now. 'Sind ... sind Du nach einem für jemand?'

Grimmjow felt his heart lurch. He tried to say something but no sound came out. His mind was blank. He felt blank. Did he really think he would have the strength to face-

'Grimmjow!'

Shinji stepped into view. The blonde sighed in relief. But his body was still tense. He strode forward and grabbed Grimmjow's hand, dragging him away from the nurse.

'Do you know how pissed off I am at you?!' he growled, shoving a few interns aside as he dragged Grimmjow along. 'You shut the fucking phone on me and when I try to call you back you don't pick up! And when I called your Mutter she says you ran out of the house without another word! Do you know what was going on in my head?! I thought…fuck, Grimmjow, there was already one accident today! Did we really need another-are you even listening to me?'

He suddenly turned around and glared at his best friend. Grimmjow had to be honest, he wasn't listening. He didn't want to. He knew he was being a child but whatever Shinji said didn't matter. It didn't matter shit to him. Not right now. Maybe not ever.

God, was he just messed up right now?! He didn't know. He wanted to cry but he just couldn't feel. He just wanted to see him.

'Grimmjow…' Shinji's voice was softer. He drew close to Grimmjow, gently grasping the boy's shoulders. 'Hey, Grimm, will you look at me? I know this is all scary and shit but you need to realize that your safety is just as important right now. If anything happened to you…'

Grimmjow remained silent, eyes trained on the floor. Will Shinji just hurry up? He felt like he was going to burst any minute and it was killing him not to be near-

'Grimm.'

Without even realizing it, Grimmjow finally looked up. He saw Shinji's pleading eyes. And that broke him.

He felt tears pouring from his eyes, his lower lip wobbling, his knees threatening to collapse under him. But he made not a single sound, not even when Shinji tutted and held him tight, trying to soothe his pain.

Really? Did Shinji think a hug was going to help? It wasn't. It wasn't. It-

'Shinji, did you find-?' Renji rounded the corner and spotted them. He breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank Kami he's safe. We were beginning to worry.'

Shinji smiled at the redhead. Grimmjow couldn't help noticing there was something softer and more intimate about that action. However, seeing Renji suddenly made something click inside him. He was shoving a bewildered Shinji away and slamming Renji against a wall. The redhead blinked in surprise.

'Hey, chill out! There's no need to-!' he began but Grimmjow, finally having found his voice, cut him off.

'Where is he?' he whispered hoarsely. 'Where. Is. He?'

Renji shifted uncomfortable against Grimmjow's grip. He swallowed uneasily.

'He's…he's in the…ICU…'he managed to utter. Again, that painful twang in the center of his chest. He ground his elbow into Renji's ribs for no reason, drawing a gasp out of the redhead.

'Where-?!' he growled and suddenly found hands pulling him off Renji. He turned around to glare right into Shinji's raging eyes.

'No need to get violent, Arschloch,' he ground out harshly. 'If you must know, the ICU is right around the corner so just calm the fuck down. I highly doubt he'd want to meet you when you're so-!'

Grimmjow yanked away, almost slipping on the smooth, marble floor. He found himself running down rows of seats in a waiting room, eyes darting everywhere in search of the ICU. He had a feeling he wouldn't be allowed inside but he had to try. He just had to.

A door to his right slowly swung open. When the person had fully shut the door behind him, he looked around and saw Grimmjow. Brown eyes widened.

'Grimm…' Ichigo whispered and almost had the wind knocked out of him as Grimmjow threw himself at the orangehead. And continued to lose his breath as the bluenette pounded both his fists onto his chest.

'You Arshcloch! Esels! Idiot! Shithead! What the fuck is wrong with you?!' Grimmjow howled, this time grabbing Ichigo's collar and shaking him. He glared furiously. 'How could you…I don't even…don't fucking do that again, you hear me?! EVER!'

With that, he released the orangehead and finally let it all out. The tears flowed more freely down his cheeks and he let out choked noises as he wiped his nose repeatedly on his shirt sleeve. All the while, Ichigo remained silent, watching Grimmjow.

When Grimmjow calmed down to just hiccoughs, he finally looked up and almost cried a fresh bout of tears. Ichigo wasn't hurt. But that didn't mean he had escaped any damage. There were a few cuts on his face that were covered up nicely. He had also scraped his elbow so that was bandaged up nicely though it was tinged a bit with his blood.

Hesitantly, Grimmjow raised a shaky hand to touch a bandage on his cheek. Ichigo didn't hiss in pain but he did wince which prompted Grimmjow to withdraw his hand almost immediately. Ichigo caught it before it retreated completely.

'Don't stop,' he said softly and brought Grimmjow's hand back to his face, this time splaying the bluenette's fingers all over his cheek. 'I…I missed…'

He stopped. Grimmjow wished he hadn't but he understood. And it hurt. Still, could he blame Ichigo?

He felt his body tense. He knew he shouldn't ask, not when they were having a moment, but this was why he was here. He needed to come clean to someone. To someone who had fixed and broken him without asking for anything in return. And now…now, that very person was…

'Ichigo, where is-?' he started.

He caught how Ichigo's eyes slid to the door he had just exited from. Grimmjow glanced as well. His heart rate picked up. Mustering as much strength as he could, he began to walk around Ichigo towards it. Suddenly, he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve.

'Grimmjow, I don't think you should,' Ichigo muttered, eyes downcast.

At first, Grimmjow felt a surge of rage. Why shouldn't he?! He needed to see him. What, was Ichigo jealous? Did he want to keep Grimmjow away even now?

Then, he realized that maybe…Ichigo didn't want Grimmjow to see him like that. That if he did see him, he wouldn't be able to handle it. That he would break down and cry like right now. Ichigo was still trying to protect Grimmjow. Even after all he had done to him…

'Ichigo,' he spoke, almost desperately. He clenched his hands into fists. 'I need to. I…I won't leave until I do. So please.'

Ichigo looked up, his look mournful. But as they locked eyes and saw the emotion swirling behind each, they understood. Ichigo let go. Grimmjow opened the door and walked in.

It was quiet save for the beeping sounds of the machines and the scribbling of a nurse next to a monitor. The silver-haired female Amazon smiled kindly at him. He returned the gesture though he had no doubt his was feebler. His eyes locked on the bed. He gulped, anguish engulfing his entire being inside out.

Gin was a mess. Tubes hooked into him from every angle. Bruises littered his body. His stomach must have been bleeding profusely because it was heavily bandaged, probably even stitched, yet the gauze was stained pure red. He was breathing so irregularly that he was surprised the nurse wasn't panicking.

Grimmjow was shaking again. He shuffled forward, afraid that if he lifted a foot, he would fall right there. Maybe Ichigo was right. Maybe he shouldn't have. Just looking was making him uneasy and weak.

He let out a choked noise. The nurse glanced up in worry. She quickly wrote something down on her clipboard and hurried out. She probably felt she was intruding. Grimmjow was actually just about ready to leave. He had turned his back when he heard the shuffling of sheets.

'Who's there?' came a feeble voice. 'Ichigo? Are you still here?'

Hearing Ichigo's name surprised Grimmjow. He hadn't expected his Onkel to talk to Ichigo at all. Perhaps…something had happened between the two that Grimmjow was not aware of.

'No, not him,' Gin continued to mutter. His head inclined slightly in Grimmjow's direction. Grimmjow was not fully facing the bed, heart thudding. 'Is that…I see blue hair…could it be…Grimmjow?'

Grimmjow let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. He was stumbling closer.

'Onkel,' he breathed, hands trembling as he grasped the bed railing tightly. 'I'm so…I'm so sorry. For…for screaming at you, for hurting you. I never…I never meant to…'

'Oh please,' Gin snorted though the action brought about a series of coughs and hacks. Grimmjow glanced in worry at one of the monitors, hoping this wasn't disrupting his cycle.

'Don't strain yourself!' he scolded despite himself. This made Gin smile.

'It's nice,' he mused. 'To have someone care about you, isn't it? That they will do anything to see you happy. I wish I had that. You are very lucky to have Ichigo, Grimmjow. Promise me you'll treasure him.'

'I…Onkel, is something the matter?' Grimmjow stuttered, surprised. What was Gin spouting out?

'We never appreciate the little things in life,' Gin continued, like Grimmjow hadn't said anything. 'A smile, a hug, a kind gesture. Grimmjow, do you know the extent to how much Ichigo loves you? When I heard him, when I saw him around you, it astounded me. His love for you provokes jealousy from anyone who might look at the two of you together. I…I know I have angered you but please understand, Grimmjow, it was because I wanted the best for you. I was blinded to Ichigo's intentions towards you. But now that I see it, I see you are in capable hands. You don't need me anymore. In fact, I don't think you ever did.'

A monitor was beeping too fast. But Grimmjow's ears were ringing with Gin's words, trying to figure out what they meant.

'What…what are you saying?' he said faintly. 'Of course, I need you! You're my Onkel! You're the closest thing I have to a Vader! Onkel, you're not…you're not going to…'

'Appreciate the little things in life, mein kleiner blauer,' Gin repeated under his breath. 'Always.'

His body suddenly lurched. Suddenly, the beeping monitor wasn't the only one whining. It was like every screen was going haywire. Grimmjow was suddenly shoved to one side. It was the silver-haired nurse. She was checking Gin's pulse, eyes glancing worriedly at the screens. She grabbed the emergency phone next to the bed.

'Anfall in Room 333!' she yelled into it. 'Medics nun!'

'Onkel…Onkel…' Grimmjow murmured, eyes trained on Gin's convulsing body. It suddenly hit him on what was happening. His eyes widened and he scrambled forward. 'Onkel, no! No, you can't leave! You can't!'

The nurse saw him approaching from the corner of her eye and immediately began to push him out. She was surprisingly strong for a woman but guess it came with the height since she towered over Grimmjow.

Ichigo was startled as she pushed Grimjow out who continued to struggle and scream.

'Hilfe,' she asked desperately.

Shaking out of his shock, Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow, pulling him away. Medics began to rush into the room, blocking Gin's bed from Grimmjow's room. That only increased Grimmjow's hysterical screaming.

'Let me go!' he howled, attempting to kick Ichigo but the boy held firm. Ichigo was dragging him out of the waiting room. Everyone stared as they went by. 'Let me go! I need to go back! He needs me! Onkel! Onkel Gin! Gin, don't leave me! Don't leave me now! I'm sorry! I'm so so…'

Ichigo quickly turned him around to pull him into a tight hug. It was not only to restrict his movements but a feeble attempt to soothe the struggling boy. It worked. Partially.

For although Grimmjow stopped struggling and clung to Ichigo instead, it didn't stop the cries of anguish tearing out of his throat. He barely caught a glimpse of a familiar blonde and redhead around the corner but he didn't care anymore. He had enough of being strong.

He just wanted to come undone.

Everything was just…so…fucking…messed…up.

Ichigo wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. But although his mind howled at him to do all of these things at once, his body refused to obey. Instead, it insisted on tending to an already broken mind. Specifically, Grimmjow.

The boy was broken. Ichigo could see it in his eyes. Thank Kami Mrs. Jaeguerjacques, along with a stricken Stark, showed up to tend to her son because Ichigo was only a hair's breath away from breaking himself just by looking at Grimmjow. It pained him to see Grimmjow in such anguish. To see his lover practically on the edge of insanity. He was surprised he felt no jealousy but he couldn't help wondering, if it had been him in the ICU right now, would Grimmjow be just as distraught? Or worse?

He shuddered, banishing the thought from mind. It would only quicken him to a mind as broken as Grimmjow and right now, he needed to be strong. For Grimmjow.

'Ichigo.'

He glanced up, tearing his eyes from Grimmjow who was staring glassy-eyed at a wall while his head rested in Ichigo's lap. Stark jerked his head to corner, indicating they meet there. Ichigo nodded.

'Grimm,' he whispered softly, tenderly drawing a few strands of blue hair behind Grimmjow's ear. 'I need to move. I'll be back. I promise.'

Grimmjow didn't answer. He made no indication that he even heard Ichigo. Ichigo frowned in worry as he gently placed Grimmjow's head on his seat.

'Am I hearing things?' Stark murmured as soon as Ichigo joined him. 'That…Grimmjow and Onkel Gin were…'

The way Ichigo glanced at the floor was enough of an answer. Stark groaned and covered his face with a hand.

'I leave the house for one fucking year and Grimmjow already managed to get himself into deep shit,' the brown-haired man swore. 'Mutter doesn't know, bless her soul, but really how stupid can Grimmjow get?!'

'It's not his fault!' Ichigo found himself arguing. Stark raised an eyebrow.

'You're defending him?' he said incredulously. 'Grimmjow's luckier than he thinks to have someone like you. Weren't you mad?'

'I…was,' Ichigo replied carefully, eyes darting towards Grimmjow, making sure the bluenette was safe.

He sighed in relief when he saw Mrs. Jaeguerjacques soothing her son as best as she could. Nel was trying to talk to her brother but he was impassive as ever. The sight made Ichigo frown.

'You were? What happened?'

'…A lot.'

'Vague much? C'mon, Ichigo, I heard you were the last person Onkel Gin saw before Grimmjow. Did he say something to you?'

'…'

Ichigo winced. Gin looked like a fucked up wreck. And it was all his fault. Him in front of the truck. Him that Gin had pushed aside to save. Him that had stupidly sat in watching it all happen before his fucking eyes and not do a stupid fucking thing.

'I can hear someone in the room,' Gin suddenly said aloud. It wasn't a clear voice but Ichigo could make out every syllable. And it startled him. 'Speak!'

'Erm, i-i-it's me. Ichigo,' he stuttered and drew closer. Gin breathed.

'Good,' he remarked. 'I would hate for Grimmjow to see me looking so banged up. How do I look by the way? A little worse for wear?'

It was a feeble joke. But Ichigo smiled all the same. Damn, he was warming up to the guy. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Though it was a little late to realize that.

'A black tie and Grimmjow won't be able to tell the difference,' Ichigo managed to croak out. Did he always sound so weak?

'Do you think he'll come?' Gin wondered aloud. 'That he'll get so worried he'll rush here to see me? Or maybe it will be to see you? To make sure that you are safe?'

There was a bitter tinge to those musings. Ichigo winced. But he pushed it aside as he brought Gin's blankets up to his chest.

'He's going to come rushing because he loves his Onkel,' Ichigo said calculatingly. 'And he'll be just as overwhelmed when he knows how you feel about him-!'

'No!' Gin said sharply and tried to lift himself out of bed. The action caused him to yelp in pain while coughing harshly. Ichigo felt his heartbeat escalate and he quickly eased the man back into bed.

'Easy there,' he said soothingly. 'We don't want to open fresh wounds…'

'Grimmjow must never know,' Gin wheezed and stared straight at Ichigo, making the boy freeze in place. 'Promise you are never going to tell Grimmjow how I feel about him. It would just…he would just…I want him to be happy. And if he knew how I felt…when he's with you…I wouldn't be able to live with myself.'

Ichigo felt his jaw tighten.

'You don't know what you're asking,' he said roughly, trying to control the emotion threatening to sway his voice. 'Grimmjow will love you no matter what and-!'

'Please, Ichigo,' Gin said firmly, hand grasping over Ichigo's hand that was draped over the bedside railing. 'Please do this for me. As a dying man's wish.'

Ichigo's eyes widened and he quickly wrenched his hands away, staring at Gin incredulously.

'What…' he whispered. 'You're…you are not going to die, Gin, and don't ever-'

'But if I do?' Gin said gently. 'Would you honor a dying man's wish?'

Ichigo swallowed harshly. Then, he nodded his head mechanically. Gin sighed in relief.

'Thank you,' he breathed.

'Sir,' a silver-haired nurse walked in with a bottle of medicine. She smiled benignly. 'Deine Medizin.'

'Ichigo? You still with me?'

'Huh?' Ichigo stared at Stark for a minute, remembering where he was.

'You spaced out. What? Remembering what Onkel Gin said to you?'

Ichigo stared a bit longer, mind whirling with possible answers save the truth. He gave his word. He had to keep it. For Grimmjow's sake. But…could he really lie about something like this?

'He-' Ichigo began.

The doors to the ICU suddenly opened. It was an elderly woman with her hair braided behind her and in a long doctor's coat. Shinji, who had been pacing the floor, rushed forward first, followed by Renji. They talked for a bit. It was only a minute. But in that minute, Renji's eyes widened in shock and Shinji just stared blankly like he couldn't believe what was happening.

'Shit,' Stark cursed and moved away from Ichigo to his mother, who was already rushing to the doctor's side. Ichigo caught the tears in her eyes as the doctor, Dr. Unohana, shook her head in remorse. His heart leaped into his throat as one thought passed through his head.

Grimmjow.

He quickly hurried to Grimmjow who was now coming to. The boy stared around languidly, as if just realizing where he was.

'What's going on?' he asked in a dazed tone. Ichigo bent on his haunches, taking Grimmjow's hands in his as he tried to get the bluenette to only look at him. 'Is Onkel Gin going to be alright? He's well, right? He's not going to…'

He glanced behind him at his mother, Stark, Renji, Shinji and Dr. Unohana. For a minute, he just stared in silence. Then, taking everyone by surprise, he barked out a laugh.

'Everyone's being so stupid right now,' he chuckled. Then he looked straight into Ichigo's worried eyes. He leaned in close and whispered like he was telling Ichigo a big secret. 'He's dead, isn't he?'

'Ichigo, take him home,' Stark called out shakily. 'Now.'

'That's not fair,' Grimmjow complained as he let Ichigo drag him out. 'I want to stay. I never got to say goodbye. I want to say…goodbye…'

'You will, Grimm, you will,' Ichigo forced himself to answer, his insides aching to see Grimmjow like this.

Grimmjow was in a state of denial. He needed to get home, maybe take a sleeping pill, and just get into bed. He was going to be alright in the morning. Hopefully.

'Why does everyone keep leaving me?' Grimmjow murmured suddenly. He had been quiet the entire time Ichigo had led him home. Now that they were entering it, with Ichigo still tugging the dazed boy around, Grimmjow popped the question out of the blue.

'Nobody keeps leaving you, Grimmjow,' Ichigo replied automatically. Grimmjow didn't need a weighted reply. He just needed to hear what he wanted to hear.

'How do you know?' Grimmjow shot quickly, his lost, sleepy faze suddenly vanishing.

'Because I'm still here,' Ichigo said insistently. Once he shut the door, turned around to cup Grimmjow's face in his hands and had the bluenette stare right into his pleading brown eyes. 'I'm still here with you.'

Those honey eyes begging Grimmjow to snap out of it and come back. Because he looked like the one who had embraced death instead.

Grimmjow slowly lifted his arms and gently placed his hands on Ichigo's face, mirroring the touch on his own. He traced a circle with his thumb on Ichigo's cheekbone as he gazed inquisitively at Ichigo's anguished face.

'Yes,' he murmured. He drew closer. 'Yes, you're still here. You're still…'

He didn't complete his sentence. Instead, he pressed his lips to Ichigo's and kissed softly. Ichigo let him. It wasn't a sign that Grimmjow was returning. But it was a comfort to know that Grimmjow still found ease in Ichigo's touch.

Grimmjow drew back. But he didn't give Ichigo time to breath as he drew in for another kiss. This time harder, longer, more passionate. Ichigo found his heart pulsing rapidly but not from the intensity of the kiss. But because something just felt wrong.

Grimmjow was being too needy, too vulnerable, too…sensual. The way the bluenette draped his hands around Ichigo's neck and pressed his body close; the way he gyrated his hips against Ichigo's had the orangehead gasping and clutching the wall behind as shockwaves of pleasure rode up his spine; and the way Grimmjow licked and nipped at Ichigo's lips just felt like he wanted something more.

Ichigo felt torn; because he didn't know whether he wanted this or he didn't. And the longer he allowed Grimmjow to keep this up, the weaker his resistance was becoming.

'Grimm,' Ichigo said in a muffled voice against Grimmjow's lips. The bluenette dipped again for another hot kiss, this time biting Ichigo's lower lip as he drew back. The action drew a moan from Ichigo and he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. Shit, did that just come from him?

'Ichigo,' Grimmjow breathed, hands now resting rather eagerly on Ichigo's waist, right above his jeans. 'I wanna do it. Right here against the wall. Now.'

Fuck.

Ichigo tried to swallow but the way Grimmjow was staring so lustfully at him almost made him forget how to breathe. Not to mention the way all his blood was rushing to a place he did not want rising in such an occasion.

Grimmjow didn't need this. He didn't want this. He was just trying to cope. And this wasn't what he needed right now.

The sound of his belt being removed made him regain his piece of mind. His sane piece of mind.

He suddenly gripped Grimmjow's wrists, stilling his actions from undoing his pants. Although Ichigo really wanted to take them off. They were fucking tight now.

'Grimmjow,' he murmured, glad he still had his voice. 'You don't want to do this. You're just upset. And sex isn't going to help right now.'

'It could if you let it, Ichigo,' Grimmjow replied smoothly.

Fuck, since when did his name sound so good when Grimmjow said it? Wonder what his sex voice would sound like-

'No, it won't,' Ichigo said forcefully, shaking his mind clear. He tried to stare into Grimmjow's eyes, trying to make him see reason. 'Grimm, you're hurt and I understand that. But please understand that this is not going to make you feel any better.'

'I just want to do it with you, Ichigo. I've always wanted to. Don't you?'

'I do, Grimm, but now's not the right time!'

'Then when? Is there a good time for sex?! I'm here, I'm horny, what the fuck else do you want, Ichigo?!'

'I don't want anything from you right now! I just want you to get some rest! You're a wreck, Grimmjow! Why can't you see that?!'

'Because I just want to feel right now, Ichigo!'

He suddenly wrenched away, staring at Ichigo with haunted, gaunt eyes. Ichigo inhaled sharply. Grimmjow was returning. But it wasn't going to be pretty.

'I just want to know that everything is still real,' Grimmjow bit out. 'That I can still touch something and feel warmth; that I can still laugh at something and feel happy; that I can kiss you and feel love! I just…fucking hell, Ichigo, everything is moving so fast and I feel like I'm being left behind! Do you know how that feels?! No, you fucking don't! I might never get to see Gin again and it's just…it's just too much to take in and I'm afraid it means I'm getting further and further away from everything!'

He inhaled deeply, chest heaving, eyes brighter than any star Ichigo had ever seen. He didn't trust himself to breathe or even speak. His heart felt painfully full and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything would come gushing out in a mess.

'All I ask,' Grimmjow continued softly, eyes fixed pleadingly on Ichigo. 'Is one thing. One thing, Ichigo. That's it. Is it that so hard? Can't you do it? Just for me?'

Ichigo gazed helplessly at him. He clenched his hands into fists.

'I'm sorry, Grimm,' he said thickly. Grimmjow stared in bewilderment. 'I can't.'

There was a moment of silence.

'Get out,' Grimmjow said quietly.

Ichigo didn't move.

'Get the fuck out!' Grimmjow yelled viciously, glaring so furiously that Ichigo flinched. 'Or I will fucking make you!'

Slowly, Ichigo edged to the door behind him. Without even a backwards glance, he slipped out, shutting the door quietly. He breathed ragged, his eyes fluttering closed as a few tears escaped down his cheeks. He almost choked on his tears when he heard a twin mournful sob from inside. He slowly sunk to his knees, body shaking. He had no doubt that Grimmjow had done the same. And it hurt that he couldn't comfort the boy.

TRANSLATIONS:

-Darf ich dir helfen: May I help you?

-Sind ... sind Du nach einem für jemand: Are…are you looking for someone?

-Arschloch: asshole

-Esels: Ass

-mein kleiner blauer: my little blue

-Vader: Father

-Mutter: Mother

-Anfall: Seizure

-nun: now

-Hilfe: Help

-Deine Medizin: your medicine