A stray beam of morning light made its way through the blood red curtains and straight onto the sleeping face of Kurosaki Ichigo. Ichigo moved restlessly to turn his head away from the offensive ray and when he tried to put his forearm over his eyes, he realized he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Ichigo cracked his eyes open and looked up to see what was holding him and that simple movement sent pain shooting through his head. Ichigo shut his eyes tight against the stabbing pain and groaned aloud.
“Ichigo?” Retsu said carefully. Ichigo hesitantly opened his eyes and Retsu gave a sigh of relief to see those beautiful amber irises, “Unohana-san,” he inquired softly, “Why am I chained up?”
“I’ll tell you about that in a few minutes. Right now, I just want to get these chains off of you and give you a drought I prepared for your pain.” Ichigo closed his eyes again as Retsu carefully removed the manacles from his raw flesh. After he was freed, Ichigo managed to push himself up against the headboard without tearing up-which he considered a major coup-and drank the potion Retsu had prepared for him. As he rested, Retsu applied a healing salve to his wrists and ankles to help them heal and take away any pain they might cause him.