Disclaimer: Tite Kubo still owns Bleach!

I also forgot to add in the first chapter that this story contains OOC-ness, which means Out Of Character. It appears that I have accidentally made Grimmjow and Szayel a little out of character, and I never intended to! I hope this doesn't affect anything.

However, you may continue now!

"How are you doing, old friend?"

Grimmjow looked around the room, still half asleep. He mumbled something incomprehensible. Szayel grimaced at the gruesome condition of his "brother". He looked very strained and tired.

"Where am I?" Grimmjow finally managed to ask.

"You're still in Hueco Mundo. I took you into the Recovery Room so that we can keep a very close eye on you. You are still in a very horrible condition, and we don't know what is going to happen to you yet. Lord knows what the sedative could be doing to you right now."

Grimmjow sighed. "I see..."

Szayel looked away. "You don't know how much I really want to get you out of your pain. It kills me seeing you like this."

Grimmjow didn't answer. Instead, he focused his eyes on the wall ahead of him. He remembered what the experiment was and shuddered. It wasn't just right, making a man pregnant. It's a woman's job, after all.

"Anyhow, are you feeling better or worse?"

"Tch, worse. I can't really feel my whole body, except for when I have random spasms of pain." Grimmjow chuckled. "Perhaps I deserve this? For what I've done in the past; sneaking to the World of the Living just to beat the shit out of that Shinigami, disobeying Aizen's orders..." He paused and drifted off in his own thoughts. He chuckled once more and added, "being an ass."

Szayel frowned. "Don't say that. You weren't such a horrible man."

Grimmjow snorted and glared at Szayel. "Increasing the Arrancar population, huh?" He changed the subject. His voice was slightly strained from screaming so much the day before. "What a stupid idea."

"You're telling me," Szayel sighed. "You should probably stop talking and rest. You sound horrible and still look tired."

Grimmjow snorted again. "Why are you worrying over me so much, Szayel?"

"Because I care about you. You're like a close brother to me."

Grimmjow nodded, slightly flattered about how Szayel felt about him. "Oh," was all he could mutter. He turned around and curled up into a ball, facing the white wall on his left side. Szayel couldn't help but frown. He just looked so tortured, helpless.

As soon as he heard soft snoring, Szayel mumbled to himself. "I'm going to break you free, Grimmjow." Szayel glanced at the sleeping figure. "You shouldn't be going through this." Szayel paused and chuckled a little. "Yeah, I'll get in trouble, but only because I care for you so much. Just seeing you like this makes me want to punch that Bastard ins his face." Szayel clenched his hands into fists.

"Just you wait and see."

"How is he doing, Szayel?"

Szayel bowed his heads. "Not so well, Lord Aizen."

"I see..."

Szayel glared at Aizen. "Is he going to be the only one you're gong to experiment on?

The brown haired man chuckled. "Perhaps he is, perhaps he's not. Who knows?"

"We're not solving riddles..." Szayel thought to himself. He scowled and nodded. "Right."

"You may leave now, Szayel."

"Lord Aizen," Szayel addressed him and bowed his head again. He walked back to the Recovery Room.

Grimmjow was staring at the wall ahead of him when Szayel walked in. He looked like he was lost in thought.

Szayel took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

"Hey, Szayel?" The teal-haired Arrancar asked after a while.

"What is it?"

Grimmjow inhaled deeply, as if he was about to cry. "What's going to happen...when it's time for the baby to be delivered?"

Szayel was taken aback. "I..I'm not sure."

Grimmjow nodded. He held back a strangled sob. "Why me?"

"Huh?"

"Why me?" Grimmjow repeated. He turned his heads to look at his old friend. "Why not someone else, like Ulquiorra or Nnoitra?"

Szayel shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I don't now..Grimmjow."

"It hurts, Szayel."

Szayel felt tears fill in his eyes, "I know..."

Grimmjow let out a sob, the tears streaming down his face now. Szayel gasped. He had never seen Grimmjow act like this before, but there's always a first for everything. Szayel got up from his seat and hugged Grimmjow.

"It's OK, just hang in there..." Szayel felt the tears stream down his face now. He wanted to get that damned infant out of his womb.

Grimmjow sobbed again and squeezed Szayel closer to him. It felt comforting to have someone by his side.

Szayel patted Grimmjow's back softly, trying to console him. Grimmjow let go of Szayel and let his hands fall down to his side. He was lost in thought once again. Szayel sat back down and stared at the lost man.

Grimmjow's skin was extremely pale, and the little bump barely stuck out of his stomach. It was really hard to notice, but if you looked really close you could definitely tell that a bump was there. Szayel darted his eyes away.

"Grimmjow..."

He didn't answer, but Szayel knew that he could hear what he was saying.

"I'm going to set you free tonight."

That definitely grabbed Grimmjow's attention. He tensed and his eyes opened wide. "You are?"

"Yes, later tonight. I'm going to take you to the World of the Living."

"Why the hell would I want to go there?" Grimmjow grimaced.

"It's better than staying here. And besides, with a little persuasion, I'll try to get Ichigo Kurosaki to let us stay at his place..."

Grimmjow snorted. "That's even worse! The Shinigami can go burn in Hell."

Szayel shook his head. "Not, Grimmjow. I'm trying to help you. Ichigo can give you better treatment there better than we can here."

Grimmjow sighed deeply. "Will you be around?"

"Huh?"

Grimmjow frowned. "Will you be around? You know, will I be able to see you still?"

Szayel smiled. "Of course. Since I'm helping you escape, they'll go after both of us. I'm sure as hell not coming back here."

Grimmjow smiled faintly. "Thank you," he mumbled. His conciousness started to fade away slowly.

Szayel sat back in his seat, feeling accomplished. He pondered for a long while; all about the escape plans and how they were going to get away just in time before anyone notices. He has to make sure nothing, absolutely nothing, interferes with the plan. Hopefully, if everything goes right, they should be able to break out safely without any diffculties of the other Arrancars or especially, Aizen and Gin.

This was going to be one difficult breakout.

Author's Note: Chapter 2 is out! Yayyy~

Oh dear, how I remember way back then when I wrote long chapters. How I miss you so. Why am I not capable now?

Anyhow, if I happen to find anymore lost stories on my old computer, I'll see if I want to post them on here. I remember a couple of stories that I was especially proud of, so I'll just see.

Review, please!