DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH, KUBO TITE DOES.

According to Katamura, there aren't any rooms available for me to be placed in while they fix my wall, so he ended up strapping me to a bed in the infirmary and placing about ten ice packs on my back.

"Why can't you just place me in a room on the third or forth floor?" I ask him.

"Because, I know for a fact that if you were to try hard enough, you could escape from the rooms on the third or forth floor," he coldly states.

"What makes you think that?" Rukia asks him.

"When he first got here, I gave him a room on the third floor, but I moved him to forth after he attacked me. He broke the window, which was two inches thick, with his fist a few days later. I'm pretty sure the only thing that kept him from jumping out the window was the fact that it had bars on the outside." He pauses for a second. "The windows on third don't have bars over them," he explains.

"So instead of placing me in a room and risking me escaping, he straps me to a bed. Speaking of which, I'm starting to get stiff."

"Deal with it," he tells me. Heartless bastard.

I start struggling against the straps, causing a couple ice packs to fall to the floor. "This is humanly wrong! Aren't there laws against this type of thing!?" I yell.

"Not in an asylum," he says, crossing his arms. I glare at him.

Chad picks up the fallen ice packs and place them back on my back. "Thanks."

"Mmm." He smiles at me.

Katamura stands. "I usually wouldn't ask this of non-employees, but could the two of you watch him for a little bit? There are some things that I need to do and they're not going to get done unless I'm there to do them." He looks at me. "And one of them involves figuring out what to do with this hellion."

I stick my tongue out at him. "I'm not a hellion."

"Trust me, you are."

"We'll watch him. Right, Sado?"

"Yeah."

Katamura nods a thanks before leaving the infirmary. As soon as the door closes, Rukia sits beside me. "Ichigo, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Go ahead."

"How much of what's written in your medical records is true?" She asks.

I stare at her for a moment. "You're gonna have to be more specific than that. I don't know really know what's written in my records."

"OK... First question: do you really have schizophrenia?"

"Kind of. It's not as bad as the doctors say, though. Most of my 'symptoms' are just me being caught talking to ghosts. I almost never imagine things," I say.

"OK, questions two and three: How bad is you explosive intermittent disorder? And do you really attack the staff?

"Um... Do I have to answer that?" I ask her.

"Mhmm."

I sigh. "It's actually pretty bad. I get angry over nothing and my anger has a tendency to spike without warning once I'm fired up. And yes, I have attacked staff members in the past, but in my defense, they started it."

Rukia stares at me for a moment. "Final question: were you always so violent?"

"I'm not that violent. I mean, I haven't even tried to physically attack someone in over a month," I whine. My limbs are starting to get really sore from be held by these damn straps... "Can you guys please undo these restraints? I promise you that I won't get off the bed."

"Ichigo, do you realize that doing that would ultimately result in us being kicked out and banned?" Rukia asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine. Be that way. I guess I'll just lay here and suffer," I say, hoping they'll release me out of pity.

Rukia sighs. "It can't be that bad."

"Unless you've endured such torment yourself, your not allowed to comment on how bad it is," I tell her.

"Fine. Sado, strap me to that bed over there," She demands. I sigh. I can't believe she's really suggested doing such a thing. Rukia lays down on the other bed and Chad reluctantly straps her to it. She stays there for about five minutes. "You're right, these are uncomfortable. Sado, you can unstrap me now."

"OK." As he unstraps her just a nurse walk in the room.

"What are you doing?" She asks, looking at the restraints in Chad's hands. She probably thinks he just released a loonie.

"Busted," I say.

"Ichigo, shush. This isn't what it looks like, I'm not a patient. I was just seeing how comfortable the restraints are... They're absolutely dreadful," Rukia hurriedly explains.

"I assure you that she's telling the truth," I say.

"Is that so.. Wait... You're..." The nurse pales.

"Considering your expression, I take it that you've heard of me, or worse, been assigned to me," I say, a grin spreading across my face.

"I'm afraid that that's the case. I was one of your first nurses... You threw a fork at me."

"A fork?" I think back for a moment. That sounds familiar... "Oh, yeah, I remember you. Well, I remember your face, you're name... Not so much."

I see Rukia jaw-drop out of the corner of my eye. "You threw a fork at her?"

"I was provoked." I look at the nurse. "You know, the next time a person whose supposedly insane tells you not to touch them, take a hint and don't touch them."

She sighs. "Yes, I know that now. I assure you that I haven't repeated that mistake." she goes over to the medicine cabinet and take out a couple bottles and pours the pills into a plastic cup. She walks back to the door, but pauses in front of Rukia and Chad. "If I were you, I'd be careful around him. He's a million times more dangerous than he looks. And he doesn't just attack physically, he does it mentally, too."

She exits the room and Rukia looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Mentally?"

"It's kind of a long story." I not about to tell them about my mind games, that'd just be giving them the perfect excuse to brand me as insane and abandon me again.

I jump a little as Inoue bursts in through the door. "Ah-Ha! I'm so happy I found you on the first try! I was told you were somewhere other than your room, but when I tried to find out where from the nurses, they told me that they didn't know, so I had to find you myself." She blinks a couple times. "Ah! What happened to you!?"

"He got smashed by a hollow," Chad explains.

Inoue gasps. "Oh my god! Are you alright?"

"Other than the fact that my entire body is going numb from these straps and my back is killing me, I'm perfectly fine," I say.

"That's good, I guess, but why are you..."

"I'm strapped down because that bastard Katamura doesn't trust me. I'm actually offended by the fact that he actually believes I'd kill someone if he takes his eyes off me."

"That's your own damn fault and you know it. I wouldn't be so paranoid if you'd learn to keep you hands to yourself," Katamura says. I jump out of shock. I hadn't realized he was there.

"No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. You see, it's your staff who needs to learn to keep their hands to themselves. They touch me when I specifically tell them not to."

Katamura sighs. "Good lord. They don't mean to touch you, it's accidental. But you can't seem to understand that. No, if a person accidentally brushes up against you, then you will, quite literally, try to rip their arm off."

I huff in annoyance. "I've never ripped a person's arm off."

"I didn't say you did, I said you tried to. I feel sorry for poor Hideki, his left arm hasn't been the same since."

"Shut up and leave me alone!" I yell at him.

"Have it your way." He turns to face my former friends. "I'm afraid that visiting hours are over. The three of you can come back tomorrow if you wish."

"Alright."

"Mmm."

"Fine by me." Rukia walks over and places a hand on mine. Katamura visibly stiffens most likely expecting me to attack her at any given moment. After realizing I'm not going to do anything to her, his expression quickly changes to one of contusion. The trio leave the room and Katamura walks over to me.

"Who is she to you? If she were anyone else, you would've tried to bite her," he says, his eyebrows knitting together.

"I haven't attempted to bite anyone in several months."

"You tried to bite Jin last- That's not the point! Stop trying to change the subject."

"I'm not trying to change the subject," I say, grinning.

"Yes you are, now pay attention to what I'm trying to say! My point is that you didn't try to hurt her for touching you."

"You're just looking too far into it. I'm pinned face down on a bed, I couldn't have attacked her if I tried."

"I know you better than that, if you wanted to do harm, then you would've fought against those restraints regardless of the pointless it would be. You didn't want to hurt her. Now tell me, who is she to you?"

"None of your fucking business, so piss off," I snap at him.

"Actually, it is my business." He's starting to sound really annoyed. "For some reason unknown to me, you act a little bit more controlled with them around. In fact, you've even let them touch you a couple times. I've never seen you act so behaved."

I sigh. I take it that he's gonna pester me until I tell him, so I might as well get it over with. "As you already know, they used to be my friends. I guess it's just instinctive."

"Just like the other two."

"Bingo."

"So, do you have any idea why it took your 'friends' six years to visit you? I'm sorry, but this entire situation strikes me as odd."

"I don't know jack shit," I lie.

"I know that expression, you do know. If you don't fess up, then you've got a snowball's chance in hell at being unstrapped from that bed anytime soon." He crosses his arms.

I stare at him a couple seconds, debating whether or not I should answer. I really want to get off this bed... "They're apparently questioning my sanity. They're starting to doubt that everything written in my file is true."

He blinks a couple times. "So in a nut shell, you're telling me that your old friends are starting to doubt that your actually crazy? A couple days locked in the same room with ought to fix that problem."

"Don't you dare even think about trying out that theory of yours." I try to shift a little, but fail horribly. "Dammit! Katamura, get me out of this thing, it's making my entire body sore! If you leave me strapped to this friggin' bed any longer, I'm gonna be pissed!"

"Your already pissed," he says.

I glare at him. "I'm sorry, let me re-phrase that. I'm gonna be even more pissed than I already am!"

Katamura sighs. "Fine. I'll place you in an all body straight-jacket and place you in a room on the forth floor after your back heals some. But until then, you're staying on that bed."

I groan. "C'mon, can't you put some medicine on my back to make it heal faster?"

"Well, there is something, but it's going to burn like hell. And there's also the fact that applying it will involve a lot of touching. And touching you is something a person wouldn't risk doing unless they have a death wish." So in other words, he's paranoid that I'll hurt someone.

"I'm offended that you don't trust me more than that," I tell him, false hurt in my voice.

"You brought my lack of trust upon yourself. I'll give you an inch on you leash and you'll try to run fucking mile. I learned the hard way that you can't be trusted." I frown. Now that was harsh.

"Asshole," I mutter into the mattress.

You know what? I don't care if people trust me! Humph. The only thing trust gets you is betrayal, and nothing can ever erase the scars it leaves behind.

ME: Hahahaha! More epicness!

ICHIGO: It was still kind of short.

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