Yesh, I have the third chapter up already!! Lol, I am on a roll this time, I suppose it's because I really love Bleach. I'm really, really going to try to get my butt into gear to write on my other stories too! Anyway, here's the story, bonus points and a cookie to anyone who can guess right! Although, lol, it's not that hard to tell who's who in this now is it?
When he stepped off the curb to cross to the other side of the street, the last thing he expected was to get slammed into by a car. He was halfway through figuring out what had happened when pain burst throughout his body, and his entire world became nothing. Sometime later - his internal clock was so confused and messed up that he couldn't rely on it - he began to come out of the murky nothingness that was unconsciousness. Once he'd done everything but open his eyes, move, or make a noise, he was able to register the acrid smell of a hospital, and without opening his eyes he could already see the whiteness that would surround him. He also observed two voices cheerfully talking somewhere in the room, laughing uproariously suddenly.
People in his hospital room? Why? He was certain no one would visit him, or even care if he was in one.....right? And then the panic settled in as he realized that the only thing he could remember was stepping off that blasted curb into the way of that car. Everything else was a complete blank; he couldn't even remember his own name.
He let out a silent sigh and opened his eyes slowly, flicking them around the small hospital room and winced at the blinding white all around him. He could see that he was hooked up to several different medical machines, and he was amused to find that the steady beat of his heart soothed him so much. After he was done observing the room he focused his attention on the two other occupants in the room. One was sitting in a chair and laughing his head off, the white coat he wore gave him away as a doctor, but the other person, who he could hear but couldn't see, was laughing even harder and was apparently on the floor.
He decided to catch their attention, since their laughter was beginning to grate on his ears, and he softly coughed. Once the doctor stopped laughing and snapped his gaze to him, and the one who had been laughing on the floor scrambled up into view to stare at him too – he was a teenager with orange hair – he decided to ask his question. "Hello....why am I in a hospital?" he mentally chided himself for asking such a thing; he already knew he was hit by a car so why ask that? Perhaps what he'd really meant was why had someone cared enough to send him to a hospital.
Once the doctor had gained his wits back he answered him in a polite, doctorish tone. "Well, it seems you were hit by a car. You're extremely lucky you didn't go into a coma, and you've been here a whole night in case you wanted to know," he added, looking at him curiously as though to ask if he did want to know that. The teenager plopped into a chair and watched him closely, looking a little puzzled. "Oh, would you be so kind as to tell us your name, you didn't have any identification on you and you aren't in any records."
He closed his eyes and sighed quietly, dreading answering this particular question. But then again, what was the worst the doctor could do, laugh at him? Surely he would understand, hundreds of people who were sent to hospitals got amnesia.
"I don't know..." he quietly told him, opening his eyes again to look at him. He wondered if the doctor would kick him out since he couldn't pay him if he didn't know his name to get any money from any banks or something.
The doctor looked appropriately sympathetic, and he came over to pat him on the head, startling him. It was the kind of gesture you gave a small child that needed reassuring instead of a full-grown adult. Oddly, he felt mildly comforted by the small gesture.
"That's okay, don't you worry about that. I'm sure you'll remember everything soon. Oh, my name's Kurosaki, Kurosaki Isshin. I'm very sorry for being so impolite as to not give my own name already. And the teen sitting over there is my son, Kurosaki Ichigo," he said, waving vaguely in the direction of the teen- Kurosaki.
He nodded silently and studied the two Kurosakis for several seconds before closing his eyes, silently signaling that he wanted to be left alone. Kurosaki must have been used to this, because he could hear the doctor quietly moving towards the door. Another pair of quiet footsteps joined him as the younger Kurosaki followed him out. In the quiet of the room, the heart monitor continued to beep quietly and the patient who couldn't remember anything about himself let out a tiny, sad smile at the sound.
Is it boring reading at the end of every chapter to please review? Anyway, I suppose if we authors didn't say that, you wouldn't feel inclined to. Anyway, do what you want, although I really am a review hog...