Surprise visit~

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Who: Ichimaru Gin volpe_grigia, Ulquiorra Schiffer sfigato_quarto, and Robert Chase cacciare
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Ulquiorra's Apartment
What: Chase comes to pay a visit to Ulquiorra at his request, and brings someone else along...

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Ulquiorra figured that the worst Grimmjow had done was sprain one of his wrists, but even that needed to be treated. He needed his hands to be working or else he would not be able to fight or do his job. But it seemed that even his job might be out of his reach at this point if Gin was really upset. Would he ever get a normal hit job again? Just a mundane one, even? It was all up in the air now.

Ulquiorra shook a little again, an almost fearful look leaking into his large green eyes as he stared at the wall. "Yes...yes...Caporegime, sir..." He murmured, his voice weak. He was glad that Gin did not watch him reveal of all of his injuries. It was unsettling enough to show Chase his weakness again, even though it was the doctor's job to witness weakness, not Gin's.

Did Gin really have use for him anymore? That was the question.

When Chase pulled back the sheets, it revealed the torn shirt he had not removed since Thursday night. One side of it was completely torn, perfect scratch marks to match marring Ulquiorra's otherwise perfect white skin. Grimmjow's claws were sharp, but thanks to Ulquiorra's re-enforced skin, they were only shallow cuts. If he were anyone else, his organs would have been on the floor in the kitchen, and he would have been quite dead. Ulquiorra's leg, on the other hand, looked a bit more serious. The thigh was discolored, by both bruises and scar tissue, and new, dark angry marks had appeared. He knew he shouldn't have pushed his luck, but he had needed his speed to stay alive.

Ulquiorra watched Chase wrap his wound, his expression like stone. He was silent all the time until the doctor had finished. "Will it...be alright?" he asked, softly, almost hesitantly, as if he was afraid of the answer. The truth was he was afraid. Afraid of it all. Afraid of just not cutting it anymore.