A/N I guess this is a midway point perhaps….maybe only part one :P idk lol but anyways enjoy and I guess for this one the song (theme thing) would be

Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

He felt a sharp pain around his waist, and a feeling as if he was floating. He couldn't move his body…it wouldn't comply. He was limp…hardly feeling his breaths escaping his lips slowly and uneven.

He could hear muffled noises beside him…fading in and out of focus. One of them sounded familiar and he thought he heard Renji's and his name a few times. He turned his head around, eyes half opened, trying to see his carrier's face through the darkness. He could hardly keep his eyes open, vision swimming in front of him sickeningly. The figure must have sensed his slight movements and looking down, face still dark in the night.

"Ichigo?" A familiar voice sent relief flooding through his veins.

"Urahara…?" All Ichigo could hear from himself was an unintelligible choking noise as blood made its way up his throat and began to flood its way out his mouth.

A look of sympathy passed the shopkeepers features as he began his quick gait. Ichigo had no clue where he was going…he couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain and the nagging feeling that this was the end. He closed his eyes again, refusing the tight feeling in his throat. Not here…A shudder passed its way through his body. He could feel an unmistakable cold, that had nothing to do with the night air, creep up on him.

Take me away...

He could hear voices….Far away. He was held in a black abyss, hardly any feeling penetrated his body. All he could feel was a building pressure on his chest, disappearing for a few moments and then recommencing again. He soon figured after it had been continuing for quite a while that it stung. His normal reaction would be to flinch and fight off whatever was causing the sensation but his body wouldn't comply. He made an attempt to move his fingers, but quickly stopped as pain shot up his arm.

"Kurosaki?" The same voice from that night answered to his movements.

He couldn't seem to find his voice…he felt disconnected. He tried to speak but nothing came through his mouth. His body seemed shut down, like only his mind could function.

"Ichigo, can you open your eyes?" Urahara asked him. Ichigo thought he heard a slight amount of fear coat his voice.

No…Ichigo had thought but the truth was he hadn't really tried. He concentrated most of his energy on the task and he kicked himself mentally. How hard can it be? He tried again and again…finally success came through to him. A white light blinded him, making him want to shut his eyes again. Don't…idiot….He turned his head to look around but all he could see was a blur of images. He couldn't make out the faces of people, even though he knew who they were judged by voice.

"Kurosaki, I need you to drink this," Hat n' Clogs showed him a bottle, though Ichigo wasn't sure what it said, that was filled with a nasty looking brown-black liquid.

Voice still not favoring him, he shook his head.

Urahara merely laughed, amusement overcoming his blurred up features. "Still as stubborn as always," he laughed to himself.

The outline of Urahara putting the bottle rim to Ichigo's lips with one hand, the other supporting his head…well to say the least Ichigo was unpleased with the results.

Urahara chuckled as Ichigo shot him the finger.

The liquid tasted like crap, burning his throat like fire. He was able to find his voice and his head cleared a little. His vision came into focus, seeing a look of concern on Urahara's face.

"Now Ichigo, I need you to try to move your arms and legs," He strained to keep the slight shaking out of his voice.

"I'm pretty sure I'm moving them…" Ichigo was trying to hide his growing fear. Why couldn't he feel anything? Why couldn't…

His body started shaking… "What did you do to me…?" Ichigo's tone was scared and in shock.

"We didn't do anything…I'm sorry Ichigo…" Urahara broke eye contact with the orange-haired shinigami.

"What do you mean! What do you mean 'I'm sorry'?"

Renji intervened roughly from the mat next to his. "What I think he's trying to say is that you are now a quadriplegic."

Ichigo gritted his teeth together. He couldn't move a muscle, only his torso. "What happened…"

"The wound to your back was severe, Kurosaki," the now solemn shopkeeper began to explain. "I'm afraid it damaged the nerves connecting to your spine and you lost the use of the arms and legs."

"Then how did I manage to stand up after the wound…before you guys came…" Ichigo said, hardly audible.

"Zangetsu was probably able to postpone the effects of the damage long enough for you to finish the job."

"Can we fix it…will I ever be able to move again?"

The older man sighed, "Well we've considered that but it would take an unimaginable amount of work just to move your hands, let alone you need to support your body weight; which I might add, has dropped severely during your recovery."

What is it now…"Anything else you would like to tell me? To make me suffer? I don't see any point in holding back now!" His voice began to raise. Renji shot him a look of sympathy, one that the orange-hair didn't catch. He always thought of Ichigo as an immortal god…getting injured, and dying. But he knew he would always come back. Now Ichigo was rendered useless. And it shocked him…and it was taking its toll on them both.

Ichigo shut his eyes, his chest feeling heavy and his throat tightening. He didn't hold back this time…he didn't really mind. He had nothing to lose…his life might as well have been over. His wounds didn't hurt anymore…he had just noticed. His chest and back were heavily bandaged but healed. Silent tears began streaming down his face. As a natural action, he held back the sobs that wanted to wrack his body.

He didn't feel anything when he was picked up underneath his arms, and carried over to the high futon that he would be sharing with Renji. Two separate beds on each side of the room, one black and one red. The walls were painted white, an odd contrast to the decor which was dark and gloomy. He didn't make eye contact with anyone…simply staring at a ceiling that had nothing to give him. Life has nothing to give me…not now. I'm broken…He closed his eyes, hard. He didn't want to feel anything, not now. Truthfully…he couldn't feel anything…at least he could feel his head and the center of his body. But everything else…was gone. It's like someone had chopped off his limbs and killed the pain.

Isn't there a way out…a way that I have never resorted to? Would anyone miss me if I was gone…would it make a difference? He closed his eyes around his thoughts. Even he had never saw himself as the kind of guy who would resort to that crap. Never. He didn't think others saw it that way too…but could he be wrong?

The door gently opened. Renji walked in…but this time, the anger didn't boil inside the shattered substitute.

"Come to mock me…?" The words held no malice, only deep sadness.

"Ichigo…it ain't like that." Renji explained. "We didn't know…we didn't have a clue."

"I figured as much…"

A silence.

Renji sat on the futon across from Ichigo's, looking down at his feet. "The thing is…you ain't immortal. A lot of us saw you as the kind who would hold up. The kind who wouldn't fall, no matter how hard the road or the fight." He wasn't making eye contact. "It's not like I am actually worried about you…I'm scared for you, Ichigo." He pounded his fist against the wall, face contorted in hidden pain. He had admired him…and now he was crippled for life?

"Don't think this hurts you more than it hurts me…seeing me like this. Seeing myself like this." Ichigo whispered. "I didn't expect it. I…I don't see any way out Renji."

Renji's eyes widened in shock as Ichigo's hidden message, his subtle hint came across. "Ichigo you-"

"Don't…If you really admire me…you're going to help me." A pained but willing look took over him. "I don't have anything left…"

Ichigo breathed.