A/N Sorry I did this in a hurry, I was really busy. So it's kinda horrible, so again…tell me what you think and if I should keep writing : P Umm….song for the chapter

First song that came to mind was How To Save A Life by The Fray

Enjoy!

He felt horrible…physically. He felt nauseous, had a headache and couldn't see properly. As far as he was concerned it was also pretty noisy. Voices swirled around him, and the lights from the ceiling made his head split. He rolled over onto his side, barely biting back a cry of pain. His racing heart was measured on the machine nearby, an annoying sound that was relentlessly doing its job. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, covering his eyes with his hand to shield him from the light.

The light tap of feet was nearing, gentle and hesitant. He slightly opened his eyes and let down his hand, and the outline of the nearing figure was short, followed by a much taller figure with bushed up hair tied together. His vision blurred together and swayed, hardly clearing up as oxygen was pumped through the mask, into his mouth and lungs. The rubbery regulator fogged up with his exhales, at least a small sign he was going to hold up. A cold hand pushed his hair back; it felt nice and cool considering how warm the room was.

Then she began whispering to him, like a mix between consolations and recollections of past events.

"Alright….taken…..Captains…..enemy…..retreat…..dying…..remember…OK…..days….."

And it went on like this for a few minutes, Ichigo picking up a few words here and there. His impression was that he seemed to pick up the main idea of what Rukia was telling him, her small hand gently resting on his shoulder. She squeezed his arm a little bit as he felt a sharp prick through his wrist and the rushing feeling of liquid entering his veins.

Except this liquid burned…

He gritted his teeth together, and clenched and unclenched his fists. He bit back a scream, sweat streaming down his face in effort. The pain was slithering up his arms and spreading like a web all over his body at an alarmingly fast rate. What have they done to me?

Everything moved in slow motion, people's voices muffled.

"Captain Unohana!" cried a familiar voice, calling for the one person who could possibly help him. She began talking quickly, the Captain nodding her head in understanding and immediately knew what to do. They strapped his arms to his sides and strapped his neck to the sickbed. His eyes met with Rukia's, reflecting fear and pain. And almost as soon as it had started, it was over…it was finally over. He took a shaky breath as the restraints were released and fell into a deep and dark sleep.

Rukia collapsed on a chair, breathing hard. She knew there was a chance this might happen, that his body might have rejected it….but it supposed to have been a one-in-a-million thing. She shook her head, at least happy that Captain Unohana knew what to do. The substance within the syringe was liquefied spiritual energy, like sharing blood. It was only used in dire cases when the victim's own energy is too depleted. It seems like Ichigo's spiritual energy was "Type O".

Rukia sighed.