Ugh... (open)

Desalmado twitched and sat up quickly, hissing as pain raced up and down his body. Although there were no bandages on him, no traces of scarring or injury on his flesh, he still ached. His muscles cried out from the lack of blood to take away waste materials and provide enough materials for them to work. His brain throbbed from the lack of oxygen, and his heart beat thinly, clearly barely able to sustain itself. Sigh. He should've not fought as hard as he did that night, for a week later he was still suffering.

He had been given one or two potions seemed to have little effect since there was nothing particularly wrong with his body, just a lack of blood cells and general health. There wasn't anything to heal, he just needed time to replenish his body and then replenish his mind. He shivered at the thought of the battle... The assault it had on his body... but he tried to shake the ever-familiar panic rising in his chest, forcing himself to get up. He had been staying at the back of Nikilo's shop for a week since the fight now. For the first few days he had been unable to get up, too weak to even make a noise as he lived and relived the horrors of his life.

By now however his instability was still apparent, but it did not prevent him from working as he could (mostly) which wasn't much because his legs would give out on him within less than an hour. The arrancar sighed and slipped his fingers down his face, following the broken centipede to his hole in his chest. He circled the hole with his fingers, feeling the ache of a person with no heart. With yet another deep breath in and one more out before reaching for his clothing, slipping on his shirt and trying not to pass out from the lightheadedness of getting up.

...He should probably go scavenge something later, his stomach informed him with a large growl that it needed nutrition.

Nikilo was amused at Desalmado. He didn't think he would be injured that badly. Especially when his average healing potions had no effect. He didn't bother giving him the intense healing potion, he wouldn't take it anyway. That potion could restore anything missing in the body, including limbs. He would probably only complain nothing worked though, so why bother trying? No, instead he would play Nanny, and then make him pay for it later.

Entering the hallway that led to Desalmado's room, he was surprised to see him up and about. In his hands was a special pot enchanted to keep cool on the outside, and stayt warm on the inside. Perfect for carrying bare-handed. Inside the pot was about a gallon of chicken soup. He knew how to cook, of course. It was similar to alchemy. "Oi, Des.. I made you some food." He roared down the hallway, before shooing the man back into the room.

Placing the pot on the table, he pulled some bowls out of the air (transmuting the air into titanium and reshaping it) as if a magician, and placed it on the table. Filling both metallic bowls with the soup (after pulling out two spoons and a ladle from the oxygen in the air) he slid one bowl towards Desalmado.

"Please, dear friend, eat."

He slowly strode from the city of Karakura he had strode amongst the humans, keeping his scent and spiritual pressure lowered far enough to be matched with that of a human with spiritual powers, and had walked amongst the living, he wondered when he could walk normally amongst the humans but that would probably cause some to pass out or kill infant children. He just walked out of the city virtually undetectable due to the amount of people going in and out of the city from the outskirts in and out.

He strode towards his friends shop, he was going to check up on him and see if his brother was in, he had never truly met his bother Jamie, but knew of him as the other Flamme brother. He just smiled at the fact of meeting his new friend, he never truly had friends as an arrancar, it was always watch your back and hope you weren't eliminated.

He pushed open the doors to the store, "Hello, Nikilo I've come to check up on you and say Hi." He noticed the shop was still covered in its tell tale dust and wasn't to surprised at a couple cob webs in the corners of the roof as he waited for a responce.

"How much is the payment for your care?" The male asked flatly, staring at the food with a gaze of suspicion. Even though he trusted Nikilo his mood had been noticeably sour as of late, possibly due to both pain and his usual paranoia. He coughed and breathed in and out deeply, struggling to deliver enough oxygen to power his body before being shooed back into the little room he was kepy like some kinda big bad secret. With a heaving sigh, he complied and sat back down on the small bed he rested on. At least it was cozier than some cave in the menos forest, surviving off insects and whatever else stumbled in.

Then he heard a person. He felt a few cracks in his neck as he turned suddenly.

"Hello, Nikilo I've come to check up on you and say Hi."

That voice, the mere knowledge of someone being around sent chills down his spine and his eyes widened considerably. With movements that seemed more instinctive than not, he reached for his blade and held it closely to him, tapping his metallic claws together as his anxiety began to soar. Who was this voice? He let out a soft growl, ignoring his food for this new invader. Senses on overload, the arrancar stripped of any way to defend himself prepared for the worst.

"Free. I did this to you, so I guess I will take full responsibility." Nikilo sighed, his conscious getting the better of him. It was than that he too heard the preson. Sounded familiar to him. "That sounds like Ryo... a friend of mine and fellow Arrancar. Calm down, Des." He told his friend, before standing and walking towards the door. "Please, relax and enjoy your meal." He told him, before striding down the hall towards the front of the shop. Turning the large titanium door into oxygen for a brief moment, he calmly walked through it before changing it back. Knocking it, it as solid as ever.

"Greetings, boy. How you been?" He asked, appearing behind Ryo slightly, appearing like a magician. A large smile adorned his face, the black bands under his eyes seemingly brighter.

He watched as the man that had slowly become his friend over the past few weeks appeared behind him almost magically, though he had learned not to believe in magic but in how physics worked, and heard him say, "Greetings, boy. How you been?", "Well since you asked Nikilo, I've been quite fine, and traveling while using you items has been relatively fun, yet I came here just to have a talk with you, nothing of concern, just a friendly talk about how your business is going and such." He then scened the slightest bit of a spiritual pressure like another arrancar in the back room and decided he would wait and ask Nikilo about it later, he always knew Nikilo loved to tinker with things every so often, and figured that there must be a half dead hollow of some sorta in the back being experimented on how he thought of such an idea made him feel bad about how he saw his new friend.