That's It That's All [Rukia, Shuten]

Every wounded shinigami that passed by Rukia's operating table was one more flashback to a century ago. Even with that mental tax, however, she couldn't take any time to deal with it. She just shoved it down, healed the wounded, made sure they were stable, and moved onto the next victim of the attack. Despite her working as a healer, the only thing that was keeping Rukia awake was disdain. Toward her former friend, toward the man who had betrayed them all, toward her brother, toward just about anyone that had done what she perceived as "not enough."

But even with as much work as Rukia felt she needed to do, she still understood that working endlessly was a recipe for disaster. She couldn't do her best if she simply went until she dropped. Stepping away for a moment, bags under her eyes and a dull frown on her face, she made her way to the other shinigami who had happened to be working on more or less the same rotation as herself.

"Suika. Come on. It's time for a break."

It was clearly an order, not a request. Rukia wasn't going to let anyone working under her collapse from overwork, either, and that was why she was ensuring that most of them could at least get some modicum of rest that she herself hadn't gotten yet. She led the way outside, wanting to get a little fresh air for at least these 15 minutes, and stared at the sky for a few moments before she spoke to the other shinigami.

"Thanks for sticking around here. You've been a big help."