Sorry this is a shortie.
It was only two days until she was released from the hospital.
She was glad. She wanted to be done with this hospital and go home.
It is understandably noted that she hates hospitals.
They were a constant part of her life during the better part of her life.
They reminded her of everything she wanted to forget, everything that she hated to remember. The worst being her brother's death.
There was a knock on the door.
She looks up to see a slightly uncomfortable Ulquiorra standing in the doorway. Her face lights up.
"Ulquiorra, what are you doing here?" she asks, sitting up, pulling her long orange hair from behind her so she wouldn't sit on it.
Slowly, he walked into the room, producing a snow white princess bear and some red bean paste cakes. A look of excitement crosses her face.
"Ulquiorra! You didn't have to bring me anything!" she said, her excited tone betraying her words. He gives her a small smile as he hands the things over to her.
"I was hoping that we could go for a walk," he asked quietly, looking around. "But if Kurosaki is here…"
"Oh, um…Ichigo? He's not here today. Yesterday his boss came here and dragged him out saying that if he missed one more day of work then she was going to…she was going to…well, I didn't hear what she said that she was going to do because they left. But um, yeah, let's go for walk. I've been dying to leave this hospital. I can totally fell the little green men poking all around in my brain, trying to steal my memories," and she continued on with her ramblings.
Ulquiorra placed her gifts on a nearby table that wasn't already filled with gifts for the day, and moved to help her off the bed.
They leave her room and Orihime waves at the nurses at their station giving them bright smile.
Soon they find themselves outside of the hospital, walking around the large building. The day was cool and slightly windy. Ulquiorra notices that Orihime is shivering and takes off his jacket, placing it around her shoulders.
"Ah, Ulquiorra, but then you will be cold," she protested. He shook his head and gave her a small smile. "But-"
"So, I see that you and Kurosaki are officially an item," he stated quietly. She paused, completely floored by the change in subject. She looks at the ground and continues walking, her orange hair falls, shielding her face as a sad look comes across it.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes to him quietly.
"What for?"
"For betraying you…for falling in love with someone else."
Ulquiorra did something that she wouldn't have expected in one hundred years.
He laughed.
Surprised, she looks up at him, her large grey eyes wider than normal.
His pale cheeks were tinged an adorable pink, his face unbelievably handsome with a smile.
"Wha…"
"Orihime, you honestly have to be the silliest person I have ever known," he said smiling brightly for him.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm glad. That you can finally be happy. I'm glad that Kurosaki can be that for you…that you can have someone who loves you the right way, other than what you have been receiving."
"Ulquiorra…"
"Thank you…for teaching me about love, pure unadulterated love…thank you."
She looks at him, a smile threatening to consume her entire face as his own small smile graced his.
She moved to him and wrapped her arms around his much taller frame, holding on to him tightly.
"Thank you…Ulquiorra."
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Rukia smiled as she watches Ulquiorra and Orihime leave her hospital room.
Now it was time for her to do what she came here for.
She pushed the cart of cleaning supplies to Orihime's room.
"Housekeeping," she announced knocking on the door, knowing she would receive no reply. She pushed the large wooden door opened and pushed her cleaning cart in.
Quickly, she went to work, cleaning Orihime's room.
She changed the sheets and pillow cases; she sprayed every available surface and wiped it down. She swept and mopped the floor until everything shined.
When she was done a satisfied grin splayed across her face. There was a knock on the door before it opened. Her violet eyes widened in surprise as she quickly turned to face the guest.
"What are you doing here?" asked a doctor with silver hair and frameless glasses.
"Housekeeping, its my job."
"Well that I can clearly see, but it's the afternoon and don't you normally clean in the morning and nighttime?" he asked.
"Well, yes, normally. However, this patient normally have a full room and I thought that I would take advantage of her room being empty for once," she gave her answer smoothly, playing the perfect role of a thoughtful housekeeper.
"Very well then, he said, moving to the foot of the bed and grabbing her chart and making some notes.
She pushed her cart out of the room.
"You might want to dilute your solution with some more water. It absolutely reeks of bleach in here," he suggested as she left the room.
"Yes sir, I'll get right on that."
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Orihime and Ulquiorra made their way back into her room. Orihime was trying to convince him that the little green people were really out there watching everything that they do. She swore up and down that they watch her as she performed her nightly routines.
As soon as she made it to her room she instantly felt sick. Her knees felt weak as a strong wave of nausea overcame her.
"Orihime are you alright?" Ulquiorra soft voice asked concerned. He wrapped his arms around her small, weak frame. Lifting her up, he carried her to the bed.
Bleach! That's was what this room was covered it.
The sheets were drenched in it.
She leaned over the side of the bed and vomited. She emptied the entire contents of stomach until she was dry heaving. She distantly heard some loud noises. She felt herself being turned. Various hands touched her.
She was hot all over, yet cold at the same time. She could feel her body shaking, convulsing.
"AHH!" she screamed, flinging her body backwards as her muscles clinched and tensed. She could feel people holding her down.
"NO, NO, NO, NO!" she fought against them trying to escape the smell, the prison that her body was in.
The smell of bleach was everywhere. It was powerful and strong. Her body continued to dry heave between her screams, sweat drenched her body.
Suddenly, she begin to feel tired, extremely so. Her senses began to dull as her heart rate slow down. Her breathing slowed, darkness begins to creep in on the outer edges of her vision.
As the darkness began to lull her in its warm embrace, memories of her brother assaulted her brain.
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"NO SORA! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF GOING TO SCHOOL AND I'M TIRED OF AMERICA, AND I'm just so sick…and tired…of living," she cried, breaking into tears.
"Orihime, I understand and I'm sorry. God, you have no idea how sorry I am how much I want to protect you from this. But if you just come home, we can talk about it," he pleaded.
They were in the city, at the bus station. School had been atrocious; people began throwing condoms and pregnancy tests at her. They've taken to calling her slut, and an assortment of other names. She was sick of it, she was sick and tired of being hated and abused.
"No! Sora…no. I'm tired of this. I'm so tired of my life. Please…please just let me…I don't want to be here anymore." She begged him.
"Okay, we can leave here, we can go back to Japan-"
"NO! no, Sora…no. You need to stay here. You worked so hard for so long…I can't take any of this away from you…I-I can't do this to you…after all that you've done for me…no…I can't…I can't," she said shaking her head repeatedly.
"Orihime…"
"NO!" she screamed, running from him. She dodged and swerved between all of the people in the busy bus station.
"Orihime!" he brother screamed her name, running after her.
She ran out of the station, pausing when she made it to the street.
"Orihime!" she heard him yelling. Her vision was blurred with tears, her face was hot.
She ran into the street.
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When Ichigo heard that Orihime had an attack in the hospital, he dropped everything and ran to the hospital.
When he got there he was instantly assaulted Uryu with a barrage of questions.
"What happened?" he questioned.
"Calm down, she had a panic attack. Her room was cleaned and it reeked of bleach."
"Bleach?! Fuck!" Ichigo pulled at his hair, taking a short walk from Uryu, before stalking back to him.
"Yeah, Ulquiorra told us that bleach is associated with some traumatic memories for her. They moved her to a new room, and right now she's sleep. Ulquiorra is with her-"
"What room?"
"322, Ichigo-"
But he didn't stay to listen. He was already down the hall to her room.
When he saw her lying down, sleeping peacefully, a sense of calmness overwhelmed him. He saw Ulquiorra sitting on the seat next to her, just…staring at her.
"I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would arrive," Ulquiorra stated quietly, not looking up from Orihime.
Ichigo looked from him to Orihime and then back to him.
"Yeah…well, she is my girlfriend after all," he said possessively.
"I know."
It was quiet. Neither of the two said anything to each other.
Ulquiorra stood and walked towards Ichigo, stopping only when he was a few feet away.
He reeled his fist back and released it into his nose, sending him flying on his butt.
"What the fuck!" Ichigo shouted, holding his nose.
"Take care of her," he ordered quietly leaving her room.
Wow, that was hot! I'm a total fan two hotties fighting. Um, sploosh much.
But all jokes aside, I'm totally sorry it took forever for me to post another chapter but I've been totally obssesed with my other story. So, super sorry. I'll try to post again soon, I promise.