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“Captain!”
A shout.
“What?”
A question.
“Toshiro!”
A desperate cry.
The doors to the Fourth Division are nearly blasted from their hinges. Nothing short of a crowd of Soul Reapers from the Tenth burst through like water pouring through floodgates. The commotion draws Captain Unohana from her office to see a horrific sight that shoots ice through her veins.
Captain Isshin Shiba running towards her hospital covered in blood with his young Third Seat limp in his arms. White hair stained red and a gaping hole through his tiny chest.
She moves and barks orders before she can even think.
“Unohana!!” Isshin shouts. “Toshiro he, he got hit, he needs, he needs, there’s so much blood, I-”
“Captain Shiba!” She stops him, “Follow me.” Hurrying through the halls, she leads him to operating room 4.
“Set him down gently, now,” She guides Toshiro from Isshin’s arms to the table . Isshin’s eyes never leave Toshiro’s face. Everything about him broadcasting his fear. Unohana’s best medics are running and prepping the room around the two. She grabs Isshin’s shaking hand hovering over the boy’s chest.
“Captain Shiba I need you to leave,” she tells him sternly. His eyes widen and before he can protest, Lieutenant Matsumoto grabs his arm from where she had been behind him.
“Isshin,” she whispers. His Lieutenant’s voice seems to shake him from his stupor. And he nods.
“Please,” he begs Unohana before following Rangiku out.
Rangiku held tight to Isshin as they made their way to the waiting area. They were met with a packed room of anxious familiar faces of Squad Ten. Everyone on the mission front and center, exhaustion and fear pouring off them and infecting those who had only heard and rushed over at the news.
Captain Shiba couldn’t find it in him to offer any reassurance to them. Only the truth.
“All we can do is wait,” he says solemnly. To his men and himself.