Alright people, guess what, I bought Bleach manga volumes 6, 14, and 15 yesterday so I know realize how OOCish I am being but that is about to stop because I understand the characters better now. I wrote three and a half chapters yesterday so maybe if you all are really nice I'll post chapter four today Happy reading.

Chapter three

Resurface

"Miss Inoue, Miss?" Orihime heard a far off voice but she couldn't grasp it tight enough to get out of her world of sleep, instead she only moaned and closed her eyes again, wishing she would wake up and still find herself sitting at her school desk waiting for the bell to bring but that was fantasy she would never have again. She had to face this knew tragedy she had created and she had to face it with flying colors and a brave heart or else she would give in and cry again. Her eyes were sore from all the tears she had cried last night and her entire body felt tired and swollen. Waking from her sweet dreams was too hard for her to manage.

"Orihime?" That voice was more familiar and immediately one of her eyes opened wide and looked for the holder. A red head stood in front of her next to a pretty blonde nurse in a white dress, the man smiled at her widely.

"Ichigo!" She cried with joy and resisted the urge to hug him, but she knew that would make him even madder than he already was and she couldn't have that. He was probably ready to kill her for what she did even though she had never even told them what had happened so technically he couldn't kill her yet. She couldn't muster the courage to tell the horrible story and she knew he wouldn't look at her the same way if she ever did so she thought it best to keep such memories locked up for no one else to see.

She wanted this day to end because she didn't want to hear the bad news. It was no use holding on to hope, she knew Ishida was dead, a person couldn't survive such a collision so it was no use lying to herself.

"He's dead isn't he?" those words weren't supposed to leave her lips but still she said them anyway and the moment she did regret flooded her. Ichigo gave her a hurt look like a child that had just been told his puppy was dead. Orihime looked away, unable to look into his sad eyes without telling herself it was all her fault.

"You've already given up hope have you now?" The nurses words were the only thing that reminded Orihime that she wasn't the only one sitting in this room," awfully sad that is." Orihime choked on a lump in her throat and looked the nurse in the eyes.

"You mean he isn't dead?" she shook her head and Orihime tried to contain her sudden burst pf joy, a scream of happiness tried to force its way out of her but she managed to resist. Ichigo didn't smile though, instead he only looked at the ground sadly and the nurse left the room as though she was sick of both of them. Maybe she just understood what Ichigo was going to ask next, the one question Orihime never wanted him to ask her.

"What," he began making her heart pound," exactly happened yesterday, you told us you killed him but that wasn't true?" He was having a hard time believing it too but she had to tell him the truth or else it would haunt her forever.

"Yes, it was all my fault," her voice was quiet and weak," you see I didn't mean to do it but it just short happened I mean one second I was sitting there talking to him and the next moment…" she looked away and couldn't say anything more," I hate myself for it too." Ichigo only sighed and put his hands in his pockets.

"Don't blame yourself Orihime I mean you didn't do it on purpose, no one could hav predicted what happened." She knew he was right but then why was she sinking back in her chair fighting tears. It was because part of this really was her fault and she couldn't deny the truth any longer.

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But it is my fault really, if I hadn't run into him then It would have never happened, I feel horrible." She hugged her knees like a frightened child and shivered.

"Well sitting here crying won't fix anything, come on, let's go see what's exactly going on behind those white doors." For once in her life she wasn't the one looking on the bright side and that made a small smile creep its way onto her face.

Ishida woke to unfamiliar surroundings, immediately he jumped up as his eyes darted around the room, dizzy and unfocused without his glasses. His head felt as though a bullet had been shot through it and he couldn't feel anything from his waist. His mind was panicking as he tried to sit up and figure out exactly what had happened. The memories were too blurry to make out and his head rang so much that he couldn't think anyway. All around him, he saw nothing but white, white walls, white sheets, even white curtains on the window. It was as if his world had been changed into one color and nothing made sense anymore. What was he doing here? The only places he knew of with this much love for the color white were hospitals and he hadn't been in any kind of trouble that would get him into a place like that or had he?

The images came back suddenly, slicing their way into his mind like knives and making him cringe as he saw the horrify scenes again. He remembered the pain, remembered the sounds of Orihime's screaming as he hit the ground but that wasn't the end of it. Some new kind of wave had come over him as though he had been struck by a sword and he had been unable to escape it. Like a cornered dog, he had been given no other choice but to let the pain strike him and send him plunging into a world of shadows as his own blood covered his sight and he hit the pavement. That was about all he could recall but as he tried to lift his arm and noticed it was bandaged and attacked to an IV he realized there had to be more to the story.

While some might have cried, the whole situation made him furious, it made him want to scream out with rage pull all these white bandages off and storm his way out of here. He had never asked to be taken here and the beeping noise coming from the machine by his bedside was driving him crazy. If only he could smash, it to pieces but his arms throbbed and he couldn't find the strength. He was as helpless as a newborn kitten, without so much as clear sight.

"This is so stupid!" The voice that said those words hardly sounded like himself, and he doubted he had said them, but he had. Instead of his usual voice, he sounded horse and weak like someone who had just had their throat cut open.

Thinking off such things made him flinch and cringe, cold sensations running down his spine. It even hurt to breathe and as he shoved the sheets off his body he realized why, his eyes opening wide as he glared at how the stupid "accident" had mangled his chest. Tight bandages covered his pale skin and a few strange looking cords stuck out of a few areas with fluids running through them. That explained why his chest hurt so much, but it still didn't explain what he was doing here. That car didn't hit him did it? That thought let a whole knew feeling sink down into his stomach, one that made him feel sick inside.

It astounded him how so much damage could be made without him even feeling it for he had been unconscious for what seemed like days when really the accident had just occurred yesterday evening. He felt as though a part of him had been ripped out of him, something he could never regain, as though some of the life within him had permanently died while he was stuck in a world of black. There was so much rage and anger building up in him where sorrow should have been but he didn't feel that sadness instead he was angry because he was ashamed of himself and wanted to take it out of the bandages that were holding him down. He felt as though if only he could rip them off then he would striped of this lie and wake up to find himself having nothing more than a bad dream and if pain would wake him up then so let there be pain!

With a shaking fist, he grabbed the clean bandages around his stomach and yanked at them like a blind animal, ripping them off his battered body as though they were some evil creature trying to suck the life from him when all they were really doing was stopping the bleeding. So many emotions were running through him that he couldn't think straight, he felt a scream in his throat as he freed himself of the bandages and pulled off everything else that had been attached to his stomach. Leaving nothing but white and bloody skin for him to stare at. Part of his skin was dark purple and bruised, probably the area where those tires had collided with him and now little rivers of blood had begun to pour down from where he had freed himself of the fluid containing cords. That only made him madder as he desperately tried to rid his arms of the bandages that had been placed around then.

After a moment of struggle he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed what lay under the bandages he was working so hard at removing. His stomach and arms were covered in little stitches that ran all down him, reminding him of how serious this accident must have been though he still could not recall precisely what had happened.

He was starting to realize that he couldn't trick himself into believing lies forever, eventually he was going to have to except what this had done to him, he was going to have remember that he no longer owned the special bloodlines of "the Quincy" and he was going to have to live with it. Denying those things wasn't going to make them go away and as he felt his fever rising and sweat sliding down his face he began to believe that this wasn't a dream at all. Running from the truth would only make you exhausted, sooner or later he would have to give up and realize he was not who he used to be, for heaven sakes he let a defense girl push him into the street! His face sunk and he felt almost as though he was going to cry. Who knew how long he might have to sit in this room, who knew if he was ever even going to survive this?

No one had any answers to give him, all he could do was wait and that was something he couldn’t force himself into. He needed to keep on going not stop and wait but the obstacles in his life kept getting bigger and bigger and he wasn't sure he could take much more of this.

The blood running down his stomach was beginning to make him cringe and the open wounds had begun stinging painfully so much that he was begging them to stop. He couldn’t take this, he didn't want it and so instead of running he buried his head in his sore knees and sobbed. It didn't matter if he as shaming himself any more because he no longer had anyone to impress, he had been put to the ultimate shame and there was no redeeming himself so why not just cry now?

"OH MY GOODNESS!" A sudden shriek from the doorway caught his attention forcing him to look up though all he could see where blurry figures that he couldn't make out. The voices around him were too distant to understand and all they did was pound in his head until he wanted to scream and he did defiantly want to scream right now.

Orihime and Ichigo stood dumbfounded in the doorway, both were having trouble breathing at the moment and Orihime feared she might faint after seeing what she had done to Ishida. Her heart stopped beating the moment he looked up at her with his angry and perplexed eyes. He was a mess of blood and torn bandages, his face sullen and pale, his entire body trembling and his eyes swollen, she had to look away.

"He needs to be sedated," The blonde nurse yelled at the two dumbfounded visitors, taking out an inoculation from her jacket pocket and holding it out with a shaking hand, nervous that he might try to strike her. The look in Ishida's eyes was like the gaze of a wild animal out for blood and even as she barely made any steps to approach him she could see his fists clench. Orihime squeezed Ichigo's shirtsleeve and fought back her tears, unable to look at the sorry state she had put him in for it pained her too much.

"Please mister Uryuu," the nurse was practically begging," If you don't calm down you'll never get better." She was trying to examine just how much damage he'd actually done but she was also trying to make sure he did not see what she was doing.

"By sewing me together like some kind of stuffed doll?!" Ishida cried trying to pull out the only things that seemed to be holding his body together at the moment. The nurse flinched and jumped, her heart racing.

"Please don't pull at those, they're the only thing keeping you alive," he wasn't listening to her and no matter how much it hurt he didn't care anymore," sir if you do that It might damage your body even more than it already has bee-" he cut her off with a sharp angry voice.

"AND WHAT MORE CAN I POSSIBLY DO TO IT?!" He barked with fury, glaring at the nurse as she tried to get close enough to inject him with the inoculation in her hand.

"DON’T-" She snapped as he ripped at the seams on his right arm with his teeth, pulling them apart and letting fresh blood pour down the open wound. Orihime gasped from where she stood.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT THING!" Ishida yelled but his voice was more nervous and desperate now and its demanding and strong tone had faded along with his receding strength. He didn't think he could keep up this act much longer.

"Ishida please," a shaking voice called from the blur of white all around him and he turned his attention away from the nurse and to the occupied doorway still perplexed. He could barely make the color of orange and red in all the mess of color but the voice was something that had been in his head since yesterday and he knew it well.

"Orihime?" he whimpered but a sudden pain in his right shoulder caused him to stop before he could say anymore and his world disappeared into darkness once again.

To all my fans who miss my funny stories, when I am done with this me and Insanity Rise are writing a new comedy about Truth or dare so yeah wait for it.

Chapter four Spoiler:

Facing her fears and approaching this hospital again is too much for Orihime but the news she receives is even more unbearable.

Stay tuned for Chapter four! ALL THE SAME PHOBIAS!

Thankx to all the kind reviewers and like said earlier, after this chapter people will stop being OCC because I read the manga and realized my mistakes.

- Annie