So while I'm working out the kinks in another drabble, here's one I already finished. Rather short, but, enjoy.
prompt: doctor.
title: baby, you're my medicine in this cold, sick world. -soo corny I know! lol
music of the moment: lil wayne ft. nicki minaj - knockout.
disclaimer: i own nothing of bleach.
Orihime walked quickly through the hallways that reeked of disinfectant and medicine. Her gray pumps clicked along the immaculate tile floors. The smell would've assualted the olfactory system of anyone who wasn't used to it; Orihime however, didn't even notice. Her soft gray eyes were focused on a brown clipboard, piled on it were papers, reports that named the statuses of patients, the medications they needed, notes that Ichigo Kurosaki had vigorously scribbled down as to not forget. Her husband had entrusted her to organize this 'mess', as he called it. Orihime preferred to simply call it 'paperwork.'
Always busy, she thought.
Flipping though the pages, she came to the last paper, but it was a picture. A picture of them two, holding hands and kissing under a starry sky. Underneath, a note that he'd written:
Thank you for being with me. I love you.
Orihime stopped walking, her heart swelling with more love for him than she could think possible.
"Always busy," she beamed.
Again, short drabble is short but I think it's cute. R&R, pweeze :)