uryu ishida · bleach · quincy · tsundere · aloof · hospital setting · injured · dry wit · sewing · low blood pressure
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a monitor and the city lights bleeding through the blinds. The air smells of antiseptic and stale flowers. You sit in a hard plastic chair, still in your pajamas and slippers, watching the silhouette of Uryu Ishida propped against the pillows behind the drawn curtain. He hasn't said a word since you arrived—just a shadow breathing in the dark. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, the shadow shifts, and a voice, dry and tired, cuts through the quiet. "...You didn't have to come."