The Doctor Is In

Takehiko had spent time researching her among other things. Spending his restless evenings not sleeping. He worked because he wanted Keiko healthy. Her hearty and well was something required. Not for no reason, but because she was family. He picked up his stuff heading to her room. Offering a knock upon her door as he rubbed at his eyes. His other hand occupied with many things. Paperwork results and different medical mumbo jumbo. Nothing that explaining to her would make a difference. Takehiko had worked to find the reason behind her condition. What made it so those doctors failed. Why was it he failed using spells as well? What caused him to release that pain again. Something not done lightly as he waited for her to say come in. "It's me, Keiko, may I come in?" Takehiko introduced himself though he suspected she knew. He didn't know how much she knew about what he'd done. To stabilize her and try to get her comfortable without pain. He was devoted to her and those here.

He waited for her permission to enter the room. Upon doing so he set down his equipment and paperwork. Complicated words for what happened to her. She was a complicated case. He knew Ulv had come and gone, the person whom he owed greatly. Takehiko didn't come to her or ask her for things. He didn't want to bother the woman anymore. He'd stumbled and flailed on his path towards something. Takehiko didn't try to take her advice or do things the way he should have. Sitting down he rested his zanpakuto beside him. He'd already unlocked its true name. Using that other one was just so he could treat Keiko. How much did he try to help her despite the time? Takehiko's parent's deaths were coming up on the calendar. Murdered by demons it felt like he was frozen in time. He often shut himself off to others during this time. Few knew the pain of watching loved ones die before you. To be completely helpless to help them or anyone. Simply a misfit locked behind a spell. His mother bound him with a higher ranking Bakudo spell.

He could still remember the feeling along his wrists. Remembering the uncomfortable nature of it. Takehiko fought and clawed to hide that pain. The Kuchiki elders and work were the only solaces from pain. They allowed him to escape into paperwork. It wasn't a true solution to the problem. It was hard to open up, Ruin helped him find closure. But the ache didn't disappear even after. Memories bittersweet like raindrops falling upon the landscape. Takehiko had taken up painting now. Drawing and things like that too ease his life. But now his focus and mind remained on Keiko and her pain. Making her feel better was everything that mattered. His sleep and even his pain could come later. Takehiko wouldn't claim to be the nicest Kuchiki. But his gray eyes settled on her as he waited whatever she would say.