When Grimmjow first saw you- he couldn’t believe aizen had really sent out three of them to capture you. You posed no threat- you had no power, no strength. But then.. Grimmjow understood when ichigo and the rest of those brats started fighting tooth and nail to get you back. You were important in one way or another, even if he didn’t know the details. Yet Grimmjow Couldn’t help but have a little sympathy and decided to come to your aid. Not to release you of course- just to sooth some of the wounds you received when being captured.

Grimmjow couldn’t help but notice the way you flinched when he pushed the heavy door to the room you were staying in open. Las Noches Wasn’t exactly a comfortable place to be impressed after all. Grimmjow‘S eyes trailed over your form, curled against a wall in the corner of the room. Most of the blood had dried at this point. “Hey, weakling.” He grumbles, striding over to your side with a tattered cloth and bowl of water in hand. “com’er.”

You didn’t exactly get a chance to respond as his hand wrapped around your upper arm, dragging you up and pulling you over to the makeshift bed provided. Grimmjow practically tossed your battered and bruised body onto the blanket before setting the water down and dipping the cloth inside.