Author's Note: The story behind the 'tranquilizer incident' briefly mentioned in Chapter 19, and also the reason why Hisana isn't allowed to treat Gin any more
The look of absolute glee that lit up Yukimura's face as she inspected the contents of her medical pack sent shivers down Iemura's spine. Not for the first time, he questioned whether assigning Yukimura the standard medical kit was really a good idea. Still, she was an honorary Fourth Division member and thus deserved the same resources as everyone else. At least, that's what Iemura tried to tell himself.
"Are those tranquilizers?" She asked, delight written all over her features. Iemura coughed uncomfortably.
"Yes. That is shinten, a sedative designed by Unohana-taicho herself. It induces unconsciousness in low to middle ranked shinigami for up to two hours. There is a stronger sedative called gaten, but possession of that is strictly limited to members in the Fourth Division who are ranked at least fifth seat," Iemura explained stiffly, before sending his…kouhai of sorts a stern glare. "I don't think I need to remind you that using a sedative on a patient is reserved for only the direst of situations?"
"Of course not, Iemura-senpai," Yukimura replied innocently, eyes widening in offense. Iemura didn't buy it for an instant. "I would only ever sedate someone if they had to be restrained for the benefit of either themselves or the people around them. The wellbeing of my patients is my first priority, after all."
Iemura squinted suspiciously at her before sighing, waving her off. "Just promise me that you won't go around attacking any captains or lieutenants?" He asked wearily.
"Who do you take me for, Iemura-senpai? I wouldn't go after a captain without first obtaining a couple doses of a much stronger sedative. I'm not suicidal, after all."
~Later that afternoon~
"Ah—Iemura-san?" Iemura paused in his steps as a nervous looking nurse ran up to him, fidgeting uneasily.
"Yes? What is the matter?" He asked a bit impatiently after a few moments in which the healer tried, and failed, to work up the nerve to speak.
"Uh—it's just—you're in charge of Yukimura, right?" The words came out all in a rush. At the mention of his mentee, Iemura resisted the urge to groan. Already, he could feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on.
"Unfortunately," he muttered. "What did the brat do this ti—"
The rest of his sentence was cut off by the sight of a half-naked Ichimaru Gin sprinting down the halls, cackling maniacally. Through his shock, Iemura absently recalled Ichimaru being admitted for a chest injury and that he had specifically requested…fuck.
"You're gonna have to do better'n that if ya wanna catch me, Hisana-chaaan," he sang out.
"Wha—" Iemura began before stumbling back with an undignified yelp as a familiar-looking dart flew by his cheek—missing it by a fraction of a centimeter—and embedded itself in the wall behind him.
"Sorry, Iemura-senpai. It won't happen again, I promise," the current cause of all his headaches said contritely. Her apologetic tone was a complete contrast to the distinctly homicidal edge to her smile as she chased after the departing Fifth Division third seat with murder in her eyes, already taking out another dart. "Oi Ichimaru-san, hold still—"
"Is she—is she going to be okay?" The nurse asked timidly as they both watched the newest member of the Fourth Division cheerfully attempt to murder her current patient. The fact that Ichimaru Gin was probably a hundred times stronger than her didn't seem to stop her in the slightest from making a very good effort.
In response, Iemura let his head drop into his hands with a defeated groan.