“Yeah I know, but it’s rare for people to get sick in Soul Society.” He gently strokes her forehead then went over to the kitchen area of the place to start making soup. Ichigo knew and was used to making food when his sisters were sick. It shouldn’t be much of a difference now he thought.
She opens her eyes slightly, wincing at the light with a soft pained groan. She really isn’t feeling well. “I didn’t do it on purpose Ichigo, people get sick…” She does have a fever, his hand cool in comparison. “Your hand feels nice…”