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The girls hardly ate their breakfast before leaving for school. Not that he blamed them.
'They're worried about their brother,' Isshin thought after they left the clinic. 'And so am I.'
Then, he went over to the kitchen and picked up the last two eggs, cracking them into a measuring cup and stirring them before pouring them into the pan. While the eggs cooked, Isshin put in a piece of bread into the toaster. Soon Ichigo's breakfast was made and Isshin placed the plate full of eggs and toast on a tray with a glass of orange juice. He picked up the tray and headed upstairs to Ichigo's room. He found the teenager sitting up in bed, reading a book. Ichigo turned towards his father.
"I'm not hungry," he told him, turning back to his book and letting out a couple of coughs. "You can have it."
The worry began to drench the black haired man. Ichigo usually has a big appetite.
'That's not a good sign,' the father thought. 'He must be sick if he doesn't have an appetite.'
Isshin shook his head, not letting his worry and concern show.
"Sorry Ichigo," he said, walking over to him. "You've got to eat."
He sat down next to his son, gently removing the book from his grasp and placing the tray in front of him.
"Eat," Isshin ordered.
The orange haired boy glared at his father.
"I'm not…" he started.
The older Kurosaki stopped him.
"No," he said. "You need your strength so you need to eat."
Then, Isshin stood up.
"I'll be back in a minute," he continued. "When I get back, I expect to see you eating your breakfast."
"Dad…" Ichigo started again.
"Ichigo Tsukiya Kurosaki," Isshin responded in a stern tone, raising an eyebrow.
The teenager closed his mouth but glared at him. His father kept his gaze locked with his son's. Finally, the fifteen-year-old huffed.
"Fine," he said, coughing a little bit.
Isshin nodded.
"I'll be back in a minute," he repeated before leaving Ichigo's room.
Once his father left the room, Ichigo snorted in his direction before coughing again.
"This is stupid," he muttered, picking up the fork and stabbing the eggs in front of him. "I'm not even hungry and Goat Face is forcing me to eat."
He put the fork full of eggs into his mouth, chewing in irritation, while he watched the door for his father to return. Soon, Isshin came back with his doctor's bag and sat back down next to him. Ichigo took another bite of his breakfast as he watched Isshin took out his stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, pen light and tongue depressor.
"Once you are done eating, I'll check your vitals," he told him, putting the instruments on Ichigo's bed.
Ichigo swallowed the food in his mouth before responding.
"This is bullshit," he told him. "I am fine. My vitals or whatever are fine. I'm fine."
Then, the teenager all but placed the fork on the tray and shoved it away from him, luckily not spilling anything. Isshin sighed at this.
"You're acting like a child Ichigo," he told him, picking up his son's left wrist and taking his pulse and respiration rate. "You need to stop that right now and calm down."
The teenager huffed at him for the scolding but stayed still while his father took his pulse. Once he was done, he let go of Ichigo's wrist.
"Your pulse and respiration rate have risen quite a bit," Isshin reported, picking up the stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. "But I'm going to chalk that up to you being worked up. I'll check again once you've settle down."
Isshin gently grabbed Ichigo's arm and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around him before placing the stethoscope in the crook of Ichigo's elbow. Then, he inflated the cuff and deflating it after waiting a bit.
"I'll have to check that again as well," he told him as he unwrapped the cuff and wrapped the stethoscope around his neck. "Now, how's your throat?"
Ichigo opened his mouth to speak.
"And be honest," Isshin added.
Then, he closed it.
"It still hurts a little," Ichigo admitted after a moment's hesitation.
Isshin frowned a little at that.
"Does it hurt more than yesterday?" his father asked as he picked up the tongue depressor and pen light.
Ichigo shook his head. Isshin turned on the pen light.
"Say 'ahh'," he ordered.
Ichigo coughed a couple of times before opening his mouth and letting his father peer inside his throat. After a little bit, Isshin turned off the pen light.
"Your throat is still pretty red but no strep," he said, putting the pen light away. "Now, let's listen to your lungs. Lift up your shirt."
Ichigo complied albeit begrudgingly, allowing Isshin to place the diaphragm of the stethoscope on his chest.
"Ok, breathe through your mouth," Isshin ordered again.
The orange haired teen did so. After listening for a little bit, his father took off the stethoscope.
"Your lungs still sound fine," he said.
Ichigo huffed as he pulled his shirt down.
"Then, I can go to school," he snapped at him, starting a coughing fit.
Isshin rubbed his back some more.
"Sorry bud," he said patiently, using Ichigo's nickname from when he was little. "You can't go to school. Like I said before, you're just too sick."
Once the coughing fit stopped, Isshin helped Ichigo to lay back down. Then, he pressed the back of his hand to Ichigo's forehead.
"What does my hand feel like?" he asked his son gently.
"Cold," the teenager muttered in a suddenly tired voice, closing his eyes.
"That's because you're burning up," he explained to his son, worried about how tired he got so quickly.
Isshin removed his hand and pushed some of Ichigo's hair back.
"Not burning up," Ichigo muttered again.
Isshin only shook his head, not wanting to argue with his son. Then, he picked up his son's wrist, deciding he was calm enough to take his pulse and respiration rate again. They were still higher than normal but the results were similar to last night's. It was the same for his blood pressure too. Then, Isshin packed up his medical equipment and placed the bag on the floor before picking up the tray of the hardly eaten food and started towards the door.
"Dad?" Ichigo asked, opening his eyes a little.
"Yes?" Isshin replied, looking over at the teenager.
"I wish I wasn't sick," he replied, finally admitting that he wasn't well at all.
Isshin felt real bad for Ichigo. He placed the tray down on the floor before going back to his bed ridden son and pushing back his hair again.
"I wish you weren't either," he whispered to him.
Then, he stood up.
"Hold on," Isshin said as he picked up the medicine bottle. "You need to take your medicine before you fall asleep. I'm sorry I didn't have you take it sooner."
"'S ok," Ichigo muttered, sitting up a little.
Isshin poured the medicine dose into the cup before handing it to his son, who downed it quickly.
"Can I have the orange juice?" Ichigo asked, coughing a little to get the taste out.
The black haired man nodded before going over to the tray and picking up the glass of orange juice. He brought it back over to Ichigo, who drank it all.
"Do you need anything?" Isshin asked as his son passed the glass back over to him.
"I just need to use the bathroom real fast," Ichigo said in a hoarse voice as he began to get out of bed.
Isshin nodded.
"Ok," he said. "I'll be downstairs making some calls if you need anything."
Ichigo was sitting on his bed, looking confused, as his father went back over to the tray and picked it up.
"What kind of calls?" the orange haired boy asked.
Although, he had a pretty good idea what those calls were going to be about.
"I just have to call all of my appointments and reschedule them," said Isshin before leaving the room.
Ichigo got up quickly and raced out to his father.
"Why do you need to reschedule them?" he asked.
Isshin, who stopped at the top of the stairs, turned around and looked at his son.
"I can't look after other patients while you're sick," he explained. "I won't be able to focus and I could make a grave mistake. I can't take that risk."
He turned back around to walk down the stairs when Ichigo stopped him again.
"But Dad," he said. "I'll be fine. Go and take care of your patients."
Isshin shook his head.
"Ichigo…" he started.
"No," Ichigo interrupted. "Dad, I'll be fine. Just run your clinic."
Isshin opened his mouth to speak but Ichigo continued.
"If you want, you can come and check up on me after each appointment," the teenager blurted out.
Ichigo personally didn't like the idea but if it kept his father from hovering over him all the time, he would take the chance. Isshin began to think about it.
'I don't know,' he thought. 'What if something happens to him? What if he needs me for something and can't reach me?'
The older Kurosaki thought about it for a while before sighing.
"Ok," he relented. "I'll go to work today."
Ichigo inwardly cheered.
"But, you will expect me to come up and check on you after every appointment," Isshin told him in a serious tone. "And if you need anything, text me."
Ichigo rolled his eyes but nodded.
"I mean it Ichigo Tsukiya Kurosaki," Isshin told him sternly when his son rolled his eyes. "If you anything, anything at all, you text or call me."
Ichigo glared at his father.
"I will," he snapped before letting off a couple of coughs.
"Ok," said the black haired man with a nod. "Now, I'm going to clean the dishes and after I'm done, I'll come back up and check on you before my first appointment."
"Ok," said Ichigo, nodding.
Isshin walked over to him and placed a kiss on top of his head.
"Go get some rest," he ordered gently.
Then, Isshin left to go downstairs while Ichigo turned around to go to the bathroom. Once he was done, Ichigo went back to his room and decided to sleep instead of read.
"I hope I get better soon," he muttered before falling asleep.