A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed! I'm sorry that that I haven't updated in so long I have been working on my other stories, if your interested go check them out! This is going to get depressing I have no idea why but this chapter turned out more depressing then I thought! Sorry, I think!

Oh and I also wanted to say;

DinieLuvYunho: Oh dear lord I didn't even think about that! I felt so bad when I read your review I was like DX it's thanks to you that Rukia will get the proper care and tests she needs. I was going to just update the last chapter but decided that I could work it into the buildup of the plot between the couple so THANK YOU! And I dedicate this chapter to you! Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, just the plot.


Ichigo's POV

Work.

Some days I loved it, other days I hated it. This was one of those days.
I was gripping my pencil so tightly that it actually snapped in half. I gave a growl, chucking it in the garbage next to my desk.

There came a tentative knocking sound on my door and I looked up to see Renji with an apologetic look on his face.

"I hate to do this to you," he began, walking inside and placing some papers in front of me, "but I have some more reports that you need to fill out."

I sighed, grabbing them. "Got it." He still stood there and I looked at him questionably.

Finally, he seemed to find his words, "So, what did the hospital say?"

I blinked, "Hospital?"

"Well, yeah. Didn't you take Rukia after...you know?" Renji inquired.

I balked, "Dammit!" I pushed back violently from my desk, not even bothering to grab my coat that was slung against my chair. I just ran to the door. "Renji! Cover for me!" I shouted already out the door.

Mental cursing myself on how stupid I was I didn't even bother taking the elevator. The thought of waiting in that line, standing in the calm, enclosed space made my skin crawl at the moment. Instead I barreled down the stairs to the underground garage and slid into my car.

God, I am such and idiot! I was so overcome with the sudden need to kill the guy that the actual thought of taking Rukia to the hospital escaped my mind.
You selfish bastard! I thought to myself. I don't deserve Rukia. I should have put her needs first! Not my want to kill the bastard.

I took a hand off the wheel and gripped my orange mop of hair, wanting to pull it out due to my stupidity. Who knows what was on that knife!

Swerving in and out of traffic and blowing red lights, not even caring that there might be police officers on duty. I didn't care if I broke the damn law, I just needed to get home. I was going to call Tatsuki and give her a heads up but in my haste to leave my office, I realized that my cell was left in the pocket of my jacket.

Pulling into the underground parking, I spotted Tatsuki's car still parked. I left the car on as I ran inside the apartment building and up the flight of stairs, once again avoiding the elevator. Running inside, I realized with a jolt of how unnaturally quite it was. Usually at this time, Rukia would be running around haywire, or trying to cook something. As unusual as it was to say it, I almost missed the sound of Chappy the Rabbit re-runs.

I swallowed, feeling the unwanted tension that engulfed the house. The only sound I could hear was the ticking of a clock, the gentle hum of the dishwasher that Tatsuki must have started, and the quiet murmuring of the TV.

Following the sound of the TV, I walking into the bedroom. I saw that Rukia was awake, laying with pillows propped up behind her and watching the TV with vacant eyes. Tatsuki was laying beside her, looking for once in her life, defeated.
Her eyes met mine and then she leaned towards Rukia, muttering something then standing up. Rukia only nodded and kept her eyes on he TV, but it was evident it didn't hold her interest.

Why isn't she looking at me?

Tatsuki came up to me, giving me a weak smile and took my arm, dragging me out out the room and into the hallway.

"She won't talk," she informed me.

I gave a curt nod. "I have to take her to the hospital, I—I was an idiot and didn't even think about it till Renji mentioned it."I grew tense, waiting for the beating Tatsuki was bound to give me.

"You idiot, you better hope nothing is wrong with her or I will personally see to it that your life becomes a living hell!" she hissed.

"I don't think it can get any worse than it is right now, Tatsuki, but if something is wrong with her, I'll beat myself up for being so stupid."

I didn't see her reaction to my words but she continued, "I'm coming with you."
"You don't have to," I replied, feeling anxious to go to Rukia.

"Well, Rukia is my friend and I, um, I have a question for my doctor."This caught me off guard and I looked down at her, "I'm sure there's nothing wrong, I just want to make sure." Her hand was on her swollen stomach. I didn't press the topic further, but I couldn't ignore the obvious signs she was hinting.

"I'll call the office and pull a few stings and get Renji, 'kay?" I offered.

Her face lit up a tad, "Thanks, Ichigo."

I nodded and then took three long strides into the bedroom. "Hey, Rukia," I said, casually, trying to get her mind set out of that dark place it was in. "We have to go to the hospital for a check up, all right?"

"Okay,"she replied and after getting over the shock of hearing her voice, I held my hand out, intending to carry her to the car.

Surprising me, she ignored my help, untangling herself from the blankets and stepping around me. She pulled on some boots, grabbed a jacket from the closet, and quickly left the room.

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The car ride to the hospital was, in fact, quiet and uncomfortable. Tatsuki was in the backseat, trying to calm Renji over her cell, insisting that nothing was wrong and for him to just meet her at the hospital.

"Do you feel okay, Rukia?" It was a stupid question, but I needed to break this awkwardness.

"I'm fine," she huffed, crossing her arms and continuing to look out the window. I gritted my teeth. I knew Rukia would always insist that she was fine, no matter the situation, but at this moment I neededher to tell me that truth.

"Okay, then," I easily agreed, "Just remember, we are here to help. I'mhere to help."

She stayed silent and I wasn't expecting her to talk.

Pulling into the closest parking spot, I killed the engine and Rukia quickly got out. I followed after her, Tatsuki a tad bit slower.

Aggravated, I pushed my hand through my hair. I didn't know what to say or what to do. Rukia obviously didn't want to talk about it and it would be a touchy subject for a while, but she didn't have to be alone.

We walked into the lobby and walked up to the receptionist desk. We waited util the secretary noticed our presence, drumming my fingers on the countertenor, growing impatient. I looked over at Rukia, who was standing silently near me, her arms at her side, eyes on the ground.

"Excuse me, could we get some help here?" Tatsuki sassed, her voice dripping with annoyance.

"Just a moment," The girl then returned to the computer ignoring us completely.
I was about to retort, when I saw the person I needed. "Hey! Uryuu! Get over here!" I unknowing grabbed Rukia's hand and ran to our doctor friend.

"What is it?" He looked from me to Rukia then back. "You forgot," he commented as if he already saw this coming.

I hung my head, ashamed that I have forgotten in the first place.
"He also got grazed on the arm, he's bleeding," inserted Rukia's soft voice. Sure enough, I looked down to see my arm, shirt and bandages soaked in blood.

"Huh,"I breathed in wonder.

"I also have an appointment," chimed Tatsuki.

Uryuu slapped a hand to his forehead, heaving a sign of irritation, "I'll call Dr. Unohana to give Rukia and Tatsuki their check up and I'll patch you up."

I refused to leave until Unohana came and took Rukia and Tatsuki. Reluctantly, I followed Uryuu who took me to an empty examination room. I hopped on the table and removed my shirt.

"You forgot to take Rukia to the hospital, you managed to get shot, and you just get here!" He then harshly rubbed a swab doused in rubbing alcohol on the graze on my arm.

I didn't retort or respond to him, just hung my head and gritted my teeth, welcoming the sting that came with the disinfectant. I sat and listening to Uryuu's ramblings while he began to stitched up my arm.

"She won't look at me," I finally said, desperation and fear slipping into my voice.

Uryuu was silent.

"She barley talks to me, she wont look at me, I—I think she blames me, I blame me." I put my face in my free hand and continued in a bitter tome, "To think I was going to propose. I don't deserve her. She deserves someone who can protect and love her." The next thing I know, Uryuu's fist connected with my face. Like the rest of my pain, I took it with no complaint. My head snapped to the side and I felt sticky blood trickle down my chin.

"You idiot! If you really loved Rukia you wouldn't think like this! The reason she's acting like this is because she wants to be strong! You know she hates seeming weak, she might be trying to hold herself together! Right now she needs you to be the stubborn pain you are and stay by her side! You're not the only one that cares about Rukia. The rest of us care too."

There was silence.

"You know I hate it when you're right." I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. "You know I'm going to bruise and Rukia's going to worry," I warned him before giving him a strained smile.

"Yes, Ichigo, I'm aware, but sometimes someone needs to knock some sense into you, and since Rukia isn't here the job falls to me, so deal with it and get your shirt back on. Honestly, I am a neurosurgeon not your personal doctor to care for you when you're being stupid,"Uryuu complained from the sink where he was washing his hands.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my shirt. The sleeve was completely soaked in blood so I found a pair of scissors and cut off the sleeve and threw it out, then put the shirt back on.

"I'm going to look for Rukia," I called over my shoulder.

"She's most likely in on Unohana's office! It's in room 444a!" Called out Uryuu from the room.

"Thanks!"I called back, thankful that he had my back, even if we hated each other.

Once I was outside the door to Unohana's office, I just stood there. Do I go in? Do I knock? Is Rukia even inside?

"You can come in, Kurosaki-san," came the soft voice of Dr. Unohana from inside the office. Slightly freaked out by the fact that she knew I was here I opened the door. There in the chair was Rukia, right in front of Unohana's desk.

"Is, um, everything alright with Rukia?" I tentatively walked over to stand behind Rukia.

"Yes, it appears the only think wrong with Rukia is bruising and cuts."
Just then Isane came in and asked for Rukia. Rukia got up and followed, I was going to go too when Unohana called for me to stay.

"Yes?"I asked.

"Ichigo, I have a few things to discuss with you, I think you should sit down."

I felt panic rise. "Is there something that I should know? You have to tell me! Is there something wrong with Rukia that you're not telling me?"

"Nothing life threatening is wrong with her, I'm more concerned about her mental well being then anything," she folded her hands on her desk,"This situation has traumatized her, now I don't know what that man did or said to her to cause such trauma but whatever it is it will cause her to act as she is acting now. I need you to be there for her, Isane is now giving her medication for the trauma, but we want you to keep an eye on her. Make sure she takes her medication. If she shows any signs of suicide or self inflicted pain, call me, because believe it or not there are people here who care for Rukia." With that said, I left, feeling like some weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Now all I had to do was care for Rukia and find out who is behind all of this.


A/N: So? What do you think? I just want to say sorry again! I know I haven't updated in FOREVER! But I am now! So I hope you all liked this!

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