Author's Note: Hey guys, here's another oneshot (Because apparently that's all I can write). It may be a bit OOC, and I apologize for that in advanced! This may turn into a oneshot dump, so I may be posting more oneshots and drabbles after this, so watch out for that if you like this!

I found this sitting in my computer for some time now with some other stuff written up, so it's sort of old. I went over it and changed some things, so I hope it's better than when I found it! As always, I suggest you review, especially if you didn't like it, so then I can work on improving. Thank you in advanced for taking your time to read- you have no idea how much that means to me.

A door opened slowly on a well-oiled hinge as not to disturb the sleeping patron in the bed behind it. A single auburn-haired female peeked her head from the hallway and into the small room. As she expected, the boy was still sleeping soundly on the bed, but to her surprise, a small raven-haired shinigami happened to be sitting in a chair pulled up to his bedside.

"Kuchiki-san?"

The shinigami twitched and flung her head behind her. When she noticed it was only Inoue Orihime at the door, she released the tension in her body. Sighing, she rubbed under her eyes with the back of her hand. "Oh, Inoue, it's only you."

Inoue smiled softly and stepped through the threshold. The closer she got to Rukia, the more she noticed her alarmingly unhealthy features. Her eyes were dark and ringed with purple. Her hair was flying away in some places, and her cheeks seemed to be more hollowed than the last time she saw her. "Rukia, you should rest," Inoue noted, brows furrowing in worry.

Rukia gave a defeated smile and hung her head. "Not right now."

Inoue looked at Rukia with sad eyes. Her friend had been by Ichigo's side since the day he collapsed. Sado has even mentioned the fact she stayed up at night with him. Inoue knew it wasn't healthy, even if she was a shinigami.

"He's not going to go anywhere, Kuchiki-san. I'll watch him while you sleep if you want." Inoue clasped her hands together in front of her skirt and pleaded that Rukia would take the offer.

Rukia hiked her legs up to her chin and sighed, resting the side of her head on her knees. "I suppose it would be for the best."

Inoue was glad she was giving in. Rukia had only just fully recovered from her injuries in the war and the lack of sleep and abundance of stress wasn't good for her. Besides, Ichigo was going to be fine.

"Good," Inoue exclaimed, hugging her friend tenderly. Rukia lifted an arm and laid it on Inoue's back.

"I'll be in the girls' room," Rukia yawned and adjusted her shinigami attire.

"No problem," Inoue replied, taking a seat. "Take as long as you need."

One side of Rukia's mouth lifted as she looked back at her friend. With eyes half-lidded, she slipped out the door.

Once Inoue heard the soft sound of the door closing, she took Ichigo's unmoving hand and sighed a bitter sweet sigh.

"Please wake up soon, Kurosaki-kun. I don't think Kuchiki-san can wait any longer."