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Goodbye (I'm Sorry) by And Then I Turned Seven

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He couldn't move…it wasn't because of restraints. He just couldn't move, like it wasn't up to him to move. It wasn't his hollow, and he couldn't be dying; his heart was battering roughly at his broken ribs. What's happening to me…why aren't I pushing through this? An unseen barrier blocked him from consciousness, leaving him in a cold, dark void…

~In The Fourth Squad Relief Station~

Rukia looked down at her feet…how could she have let that happen, knowing full well of the risk? She looked at Ichigo, looked at how pale his face was, how shallow his breathing had become. A shiver coursed its way through his body. Rukia walked over towards him, slowly. She tentatively reached out a hand towards him, gently tracing the lines of the palm of his hand. She lay her forehead on his, her fingertips gingerly resting where his heart was, reveling in the sound of the beating that was keeping him alive. The air generator was roughly pumping air down his throat, and looking at it from where she was it looked uncomfortable. She wouldn't remove it, perhaps just turn it down a little…her hand shook as she turned down the output of oxygen, and she could see the relaxation of his body, the ease of his unconscious movements.

A silent tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. He's hurt because of me…because I'm holding him back. If I really loved him…I would let him go….

And her departing thoughts and departing tear were her last memories in that room. Her last memories of him…ones that would hurt her forever.

And with those last thoughts, she whipped her head around and ducked through the open window.

Agitated murmuring echoed through the halls of the Seireitei, hitting Renji's ears. His eyes narrowed and he quickened his pace and parted the crowds with his silent authority. His stride changed into a light jog, then transcended into a full on run.

"Rukia Kuchiki, she had disappeared last night didn't she…?" Renji ran past an officer who was asking the general question. A sharp glare silenced him, and the Sixth Company's lieutenant ran on through the halls, almost bursting and crashing through the Fourth's doors.

Then he stopped.

A sharp and blood-curling wail seeped through the doors and slithered its way down the hallway. It was a cry of pain, fear and shock. The clattering of different equipment as Ichigo took of the chords, syringes and machine links finally made Renji burst through the doors.

"Ichigo! What the hell are you doing!" The red haired shinigami backed the previously called "ryoka" into a corner. He could see a sickly white shade enter his face, his eyes dull without their previous pride and power. Ichigo's body shook, not from pain or from withdrawal of medicine, but his body shook from his fear…the shock of past events.

Ichigo tried to push Renji aside, at least giving him a small wake to move…to breathe. His vision swayed and blurred, clearing up every once in a while. Ichigo grabbed Renji by the neck of his shirt and shoved him against the wall, switching previous positions, Renji now the one around the equipment. He's surprisingly strong for someone's who's injured…

"Back off!" Ichigo had raised his voice, rough from disuse. His hands loosened off of Renji's shirt, head lowered, and turned around stumbling towards the door. He turned his head, a barely audible whisper.

"Just stay away from me…"