This is a short bit that could be expanded into a full story, but its very short at the moment. This one is for Ikkaku.
"Ah! Please, Madarame-san! Please stay still!! We haven't finished dressing your wounds!" One of the unseated members of the fourth squad said, being pushed aside by the eleventh squad third seat.
Placing her hand on his shoulder, the ninth seat, Nengoro Majimeko, smiled down at him reassuringly. "I'll take this." The unseated member nodded at her and ran off to help other people. She then grabbed Ikkaku's arm. "Madarame-san, please do sit down. I must take care of your injuries."
"Che. I've got better things to do than sit around and wait here..." Ikkaku grumbled, continuing to walk away. But that's when it happened... He stopped and looked back at the sniffling girl. "What are you...!?"
Her shoulders shook slightly as she sniffed a bit more. "You're just going to hurt yourself worse just because you don't want to be treated by someone belonging to the fourth division, right?" She said, sobbing lightly. "Why are you so cruel to yourself?"
He carefully grabbed her shoulders. "C'mon, stop that! I-I'll do it; I'll let you treat me! Alright?! Just stop crying!"
So many thoughts...