Affiliation: Karakura | Rank: Quincy | Weapon: Bow

This is me; Ishida Uryu, Quincy. Welcome, everyone

Cured

Letting out a long, soft sigh, Ishida laid back down on the bed from walking around in circles. But, from hearing Tessai walk in, he rose up, "Tessai-san? What is--"

He held up a vial filled with a bright blue liquid. He handed it to him, "Take this, Ishida-san."

Ishida blinked, "What...?"

"It is your cure."

From that, Ishida took the vial and studied it carefully. He then glanced at Tessai, "Should I take it--"

"As is. That's what Boss told me."

"Ah." Ishida nodded, as he uncorked the lid. He tilted his head back and swallowed his cure, whole.

And, suddenly, the blue spots on his arms started to disappear.

From seeing his arms clear, Ishida sighed. "Oh, they're gone. Thank goodness."

Tessai chuckled, "I'll tell Boss how you're doing now."

Ishida stood up and nodded, "Alright. And, tell him I said thank you for the cure."

Tessai nodded, before he left, "Alright, Ishida-san. Good to see you're better again."

"Oh yes." Ishida nodded, as he continued to look over his now clean, soft arms. "I am."

Restless

Ishida started to walk around the room he was in, with a limp.

He placed a hand over his chin, as he started to bite on his thumbnail.

More thoughts crept into his mind, feeling uneasy and impatient. "Damn," He swore, as he looked at the blue spots on his arms. "Come on...."

Ishida continued to walk around the room, as he felt restless. He looked around, seeing not one sign of a presence in the room he was in.

He sighed, as he stopped in front of the window, looking out. And, from seeing Ichigo and Renji, Ishida rose a brow.

"Yabba...Dabba...Doo...? What..." He blinked. "...Is that...?"

Ishida shrugged, feeling he did not want to know why they've cried out such as they did.

He dropped his head down, "I don't wanna know."

Then it came to him.

He rose his head back up, noticing Kisuke was not around. "Where...?"

"Where did Kisuke go...?"

Ishida walked back over and sat down on the bed. "Ah. It's probably something productive...it's must be."

He laid back down.

"It must be..."