"Furg...holy crah...," muttered Grimmjow feebly. He slowly forced his head up off of his desk, sluggishly blinking twice before lifting his hand up to his forehead. "Damn..."
This had to be the worst headache he had ever had in his entire life.
Trying to motivate himself with the thought of painkillers to soothe his violently pounding brain, he sluggishly scooted his chair out using his feet as he pushed against the edge of his desk. After causing his desk to go crooked, he heaved himself out of his chair...
...and fell.
Mumbling curses at his terrible and unlucky life, he forced himself off the surface of his desk and angrily rubbed his face with his hand. Suddenly, a loud bang coming from his door caused him to flinch. Creaking his eyes open, he inwardly cursed some more at his horrible and depressing and terrible, unlucky life.
"GOOD MOOORNING, GRIMMJOW-SAAAAAN!"
"Oh my fuckin...," growled Grimmjow, glaring death through squinted eyes at the person standing in his doorway.
"Wasn't that so fun, yesterday? Grimmjow-san? The snowstorm was just wonderful! Snow is just so beautiful, almost as much as I am! I can't believe we all got to sleep in the building! Together! It was like a big, big slumber party, wasn't it, Grimmjow-san? Grimmjow-san? Are you alright, Grimmjow-san? Is something wrong, Grimmjow-san..."
"Please...shut up...," Grimmjow moaned quietly into the palm of his hand, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out the rambling of his shit-brained colleague. His headache quickly evolved into a migraine, no thanks to Yumichika's incessant yammer.
"..Well anyway, the snowstorm's passed, so you can either go home and come back in an hour or just stay here. But you'll probably have to work if you decide to stay, and I don't think you'll get any extra pay since this place is so cheap, I mean really! I've been asking for a raise for who knows how long.."
Great, thought Grimmjow, It takes me thirty damn minutes to go home and come back so it'd be a total waste of time...
"Listen, Yumichika," said Grimmjow, stopping the chattering-machine mid-sentence, "I have one hell of a headache right now, so I'd appreciate it if ya shut up and got me some ibuprofen instead a' making it worse with yer nonstop whinin'."
Yumichika's eyebrows pulled together as his lips formed an irritated pout. "You're so mean, Grimmjow!" he complained, purposely dropping the honorific. "Fine, I'll go get you your painkillers, you grumpy old man. Such a sexy body wasted, with such a boring guy inhabiting it, eh..." he continued as he walked out of the office and down the hallway, his voice slowly becoming less and less audible.
Just give up already, man!
"Shut up.."
Listen, ya gonna lose either way. Yer never gonna have a fuckin' normal life. I'm never gonna leave ya.
"Fuck...just shut up.."
An' look at ya now! Still tryin' to keep me down..what good has that done, eh? How much better has yer life gotten, eh? Nearly killed yer sis, and now yer chucked in the loony bin! Hahaha...
"Hey...look at this..."
Szayel quietly tapped over to the screen that Shuuhei had designated, peering over his shoulder to take a look.
"Hm? Isn't that the Kurosaki boy?"
"Yeah..he's usually pretty stable, sitting against the wall..but it looks like he's kind of distressed..," Shuuhei replied, inching closer to the screen to get a better look. The Kurosaki patient was currently sitting up in a tight ball, clutching his hair and visibly shaking, jaw movements indicating that he was talking were just barely visible.
"Hnn..well, is it really something to worry about? I mean, it's not time for him to be fed or anything, so nobody has to deal with him unless he starts going haywire..," Szayel replied in his usual drawl, flamboyantly flipping a piece of his shoulder-length pink hair off his shoulder.
"I guess..I'm not sure why, though, but I just have this feeling.."
"Ah, Shuu-kun's notorious intuition!" Szayel exclaimed, leaning closer to Shuuhei. "Something bad will happen soon," he whispered.
"Hey guys! What's goin' on in here?"
Both Szayel and Shuuhei turned their heads towards the voice, though both of them already knew who it belonged to.
"Shuu-kun just 'had a feeling,' Gin. What do you think? Something ominous will happen, for sure, ne?" said Szayel, his smirk wider than usual.
"Oo! Sounds exciting!" said Gin, quickly striding across the room towards Shuuhei. "Who's the poor victim a' Shuuhei's forebodin' fortune-telling powers this time, eh?"
"You guys..," Shuuhei sighed, his head in his hand. "I just.."
All of the sudden, quick motions grabbed the attention of all three men, their heads turning quickly to Kurosaki's screen, where the mental patient was currently thrashing and yelling mutely, his hands grasping onto his head tightly.
The air outside was biting cold, snow covering almost everything so that it was impossible to drive on the frozen streets. Grimmjow was currently trekking over the mostly solid ice, though one of his feet would occasionally sink into the feet-deep snow.
"Grimmjow, we're out of painkillers!" cried Yumichika, once again unnecessarily banging open his office door.
"What? Is this damn place a hospital or not?" Grimmjow cursed, immediately regretting his outburst as he pressed his fingers against his temples.
"There's a clinic nearby here, though. Even though there's a lot of snow, you could still walk to it, it's about a fifteen minutes behind the asylum. I could go buy some," said Yumichika cheerfully.
"Yeah, yeah, you go do that..," Grimmjow groaned, leaning back into his chair.
"Yumichika-san!"a man yelled at the doorway, panting.
"Eh? What is it?"
"You're needed in sect four, ASAP!"
"Hah!" Yumichika glanced at Grimmjow. "Looks like you're gonna have to go buy it yourself!" And after winking and blowing a kiss at Grimmjow, he was off.
"Ch'," Grimmjow grunted, kicking a small stone with his old gray boots. He had finally gotten off the snow covered backyard of the asylum, now treading on a rocky street that had recently been plowed. Everything looked like the same shade of his boots, a dull and worn out gray, after the violent snowstorm. The sky was gray, the clouds were gray, the little pebbles and rocks were gray. His head was still aching, and his neck was sore from sleeping in a strange position. All of his joints and bones felt tired and worn out, but he forced himself to keep trudging on to the clinic, feeling as though thick ropes were pulling him and forcing his weary legs to keep moving.
Pulling one of his hands out of his trench coat pocket, he tugged his dark red scarf up to cover his mouth. The cold air was stabbing at his lungs, his breath clearly visible whenever he exhaled through his nose. Quickly rubbing his hands together for warmth, he trudged on, his mind in too much pain to think about anything.
After stumbling once or twice over some particularly large stones and massaging his freezing cold head with a countenance of utter grumpiness, the clinic loomed into view. Its small structure and the warm, yellowish light emitting from its windows seemed to give it a nice cozy feel. Speeding up the pace a bit, Grimmjow finally reached the door and wrapped his fingers around the cold metal handle.
Twist. Twist twist. Twist twist twist.
"God dammit!" Grimmjow spat, quietly pressing his head flat against the door.
Closed.
Why the hell was it closed.
Just as he was about to turn around and head back towards the asylum, the doorknob twitched, and Grimmjow looked downwards to see that it was slowly turning. All too fast, the door swung open, Grimmjow nearly falling face-first onto the floor.
What had cushioned him from that fall was a man.
A man that greatly resembled a goat.
"O, HO HO HO HO HO! IT SEEMS DADDY FORGOT TO UNLOCK THE DOOR THIS MORNING! WELCOME, CUSTOMER! WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH TODAY?"
Grimmjow, who was extremely tired and slightly in shock, rolled off of the goat-man and decided to stay lying on the floor in a fetal position.
"Hah? Daddy, who's that? He doesn't look so good..."
"What'd you do to him, old man? Can't you even treat the customers right? Jeez.."
"Daddy didn't do anything to him! This blue-haired man here actually fell on Daddy! Daddy could use some love right now.."
A "thwack" resounded across the room, along with a small gasp and a "HAAGAAGAAGA" that was most likely sputtered out by the "Daddy" who had just gotten a good slap on the head.
"Masaki...our daughters are so cruel..."
"Shut up, goat-face."
"Um...excuse me, sir..."
Grimmjow didn't budge.
"Sir? Sir, are you alright..?"
Fuck...my head...
He slowly opened his eyes, bright florescent lights making him squint.
My nose...so stuffed...dammit, it's fuckin' hot in here...
"Ah, I think he's awake.."
Grimmjow's hand instinctively reached up to his head as he tried to push himself up with his other arm. The small hospital bed that he was currently lying on creaked as he pulled what was probably a wet towel off of his forehead, the room swaying as he struggled to focus his eyesight. The walls were, unlike a hospital, not white, but a soft tan color, which Grimmjow was thankful for. He hated that about hospitals – the constant blinding whiteness.
"Um, Grimmjow-san..."
"Unh..wha..f...how do you know my name?" Grimmjow croaked feebly, his throat extremely dry and sore.
"Y-your nametag, sir," the young girl replied, pushing her hair behind her ear and avoiding eye contact. "Do you feel okay?"
No, I feel like shit Grimmjow thought peevishly. "I could use some water."
"Oh!" She grabbed a glass that was sitting on the small table next to the bed and filled it up with water from a pitcher, quickly handing it to Grimmjow. "You have a pretty bad fever, so um, I don't think you should go anywhere right now.."
After downing the entire glass in one gulp, the doctor flopped backwards onto the bed and covered his eyes with his arms. The fuck. How long am I gonna have to stay here? Better call work...
"Yuzu, is he awake yet? Oh," said a young black-haired girl standing in the doorway. She walked over to the bed and felt Grimmjow's forehead. "He's burning up. He'll need some painkillers and something for his fever. Go get goat-face."
Yuzu nodded and quietly strode out of the room. Karin plopped herself into the chair Yuzu had been sitting in and scooted it closer to the edge of the bed so that she could lean against the small table beside it.
"So, you work at the asylum?"
"What'd you go through my wallet or somethin'?" Grimmjow replied as he broke out into a cold sweat. The fever was getting worse.
"No, your clothes," the girl pointed out, her expression a constant deadpan.
Oh. Duh. "Yeah, I work at the asylum. Why?"
"...No reason, really," she said, turning her head to the side. "My name's Karin, by the way."
"Grimmjow, though you probably already know from my name tag," the doctor sighed. "So is that 'goat-face' guy the owner of this place?"
"Yeah, he's my dad," she answered. "..Unfortunately," she added as an afterthought.
Turning his head so that he was facing the wall beside him, Grimmjow sighed deeply. I don't think I even have the fuckin' energy to get my damn phone outta my pocket.
"Hahaha! So our dear Blueberry is awake!"
A vein throbbed in Grimmjow's forehead. The hell did he just call me? He slowly turned his head towards the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed and his breath coming in pants.
"I've got some painkillers and fever medicine right here, so if you could take them with this water," the goat-face said as he handed a glass to Grimmjow, "that would be EXCELLENT!" he exclaimed with a goofy grin. "My name is Isshin Kurosaki and I shall be your miracle doctor today!"
Grimmjow pushed himself into a sitting position and took the pills obediently. In less than a minute he began to feel incredibly sleepy, his eyelids drooping as he slid down onto his back. The thought of calling the institution to tell them where he was nagged at his brain, but he felt so weak and tired..
They probably won't miss me anyway...
"Where the hell is Grimmjow?"
Yawning widely, Starkk stretched and leaned back against Grimmjow's office wall. "Maybe he's in the bathroom doing his business or something."
Szayel pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight and his lips pulled in a grimace. "Did he accept the offer to watch over patient number fifteen?"
"Hm...I think so," Starkk replied, blinking drowsily. "That's room six, the Kurosaki kid, right?"
"Yes," Szayel sighed. Where could that imbecile have gone off to?
"Grimmjow-san, look, I found a bottle of painkillers way in the back of the cupboard, aren't I so wonde - oh, what's this? Szayel, Starkk?" Yumichika asked, his head slightly tilted to the side. "What's going on?"
"We're looking for Grimmmmmm-jow," Starkk said, yawning once again.
"It's information regarding the patient he was supposed to start supervising today," said Szayel impatiently, his eyes glinting with annoyance. "Do you have any clue as to where he might be?" he asked, pushing his glasses up irritatedly with his ring and middle fingers.
"Oh, um, I told him we ran out of painkillers, so he went to buy some from the clinic behind the asylum..," Yumichika replied, blinking twice with a look of confusion. "He should be back by now.."
"That idiot probably got lost," Szayel huffed.
"Well he seemed to have a pretty bad migraine when he left," Yumichika commented, glancing from Starkk to Szayel. He mostly stared at Starkk, however, from his dark chestnut hair and burly yet soft facial features and his...
"Hey!" Szayel snapped, clapping his hands in front of Yumichika's face. "I asked you a question, you good-for-nothing little-"
Starkk sighed, "Let's just wait for Grimmjow to come back, Szayel." He placed his large hand onto Szayel's slender shoulder and began to push the bubblegum pink-haired man out the door. "Yumichika, can you stay here and tell us when he gets back?"
A dazed look floated onto Yumichika's face as he ran his slender fingers through his sleek black hair. "Sure," was all he replied.
"Thanks," grunted Starkk as he pushed the rambling Szayel through the hallway until said man slapped the brunette's hand off his shoulder.
"He remembered my name..," Yumichika whispered to himself, blinking twice in a clouded manner. "He actually remembered.."
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