...pen slowly as though even the dim moonlight hurt them. His voice was rough with sleep and when he shifted his body to look at her, he hissed in pain, "A-Aijin, you're here." She was back with him and finally, his jealous demon could stop screaming-He released a cleansing breath.
"Shhhh," she said while caressing him softly, "Just lie still." When he was once again settled, Rukia got up and lit a candle. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his head away from the light. "Relax, Ichigo. I need to see your injuries," She knelt beside him and attempted to pull the sheet away from his body.
Ichigo jerked back and gripped the sheet tightly in front of him as he eyed her warily, "Don't...please." He was ashamed for her to see the extent of his insanity.
Rukia could see the pain his swift movement caused him but her attention was caught by the hands that gripped the sheet. "My God, Ichigo...your hands!" They were torn to shreds and swollen horribly. "What did you..." And then it hit her, "The mirror?"
Ichigo was immediately contrite and nodded miserably before gesturing to the other side of the room, "And the wall." Rukia walked away from him to examine it and noticed chunks of marble missing. In their place was Ichigo's flesh and blood.
Returning to his side, Rukia steeled herself for what would come next, "Is there more?" She asked quietly. His hesitant nod confirmed her worst suspicions. "I need to see what you've done to your...