At least they're letting me type in this hospital. Thank God. Hello, computer, I thought I'd never see you, ever, ever again...

Rooms are too white here.

[[And five hours later, she is in metropolis, hospitalized again. Here we go~These she will answer.]]

To whoever is behind this journal, listening:

My name is Rahna Al-Budn, head surgeon at the [insert name of a city here] hospital. I write in the name of the patient Rukia Kuchiki, currently under our care. This has the purpose of informing you that Miss Kuchiki has been hospitalized yesterday evening, with three bullet wounds in her left shoulder. We have managed to extract them, and stabilize her, and now she is awake. However, she shall need to remain hospitalized for a few weeks. In regards to her situation as a foreigner, I bid that someone from her company makes arrangements for her transfer to a Metropolis hospital as soon as possible.

And now of course, a few words from miss Kuchiki, who's insisting on this. I shall write them.

Deidara, this'll be the best article ever, just gonna take a while to write it. Assign me a typist or something, would you?
Boys, forget the beer, apparently I'm not allowed to drink alcohol, but do get me something, like, I don't know, I just need...

I am sorry, miss Kuchiki has to be stabilized at the moment. I bid you my goodbyes.

Rahna Al-Budn

[[I was SO burning to make her say "best friend told her to die and she did" mwahahaha! But I didn't. This will be a post where...well, if your character writes anything, it's possible they won't be answered. I'll make another one with Rukia at the metropolis hospital. Cha, such is the life of a war journalist!]]

It's yet again that time of month! Time to say goodbyes, time to ask people to always remember me if I never come back, time to tell Chief Editor to stop being so evil to the darling, darling employees here while I'm away~

It's time for me to leave. I'll be gone for some days, so I'll appreciate it muchly if someone could water my desk plant every now and then?

[Private to Renji and Ichigo]

I've emptied the fridge, so you don't have to worry about it anymore. Ichigo, I've told Yuzu to stop taking care of Chappy2. She's YOUR responsability! Stop running away from it! Renji...don't get into any mess while I'm away, or I'll bring you a misile and shove it up your--oh my, look at the time. Bye~!

[Private to Tatsuki]

Take care of the adorable morons for me, will you? Don't put them in a hospital, though.

[[ooc; The plant? Totally a bonsai shaped like Chappy. IT'S NOT AN OBSESSION, OKAY? JUST HER WAY OF LETTING A MARK. X3]]

Hello, everyone back home! I have finally been convinced by my fellow co-workers to pick up one of these contraptions. So I hope to be in contact with you, easily now.

[insert country name here] is very beautiful, I would have enjoyed seeing it more if it were not for the conflicts all around. But I suppose that is how the life of a journalist is, no? Mister Deidara, I have faxed you my article this morning, let me know if it arrived.

[Filtered to Renji and Ichigo]

Oi. You boys have better stayed out of trouble while I was away. And by that I mean, NO FIGHTING! I have my spies in there, they'll let me know. And if I hear about ONE fight...

Oh, and, I do hope you've both taken care of your Chappy while I was away! ♥

I'll return today, around 10 at night. Heinneken. Put it in the back of the fridge. Presents tomorrow. Missed you both, bye~!