... her attention diverted, Grimm took matters into his own hands. He took a deep breath and used Zangetsu to slit his left wrist. Nel's horrified gasp echoed throughout the quiet room as blood gushed from the self-inflicted wound. Ignoring her, Grimmjow lowered his hand to the gash on Ichigo's chest and watched as his blood seeped inside.
Nel was beside herself as she tried to think of options. She quickly realized that there weren't any. At this rate, Grimm would be depleted quickly and she knew she couldn't change him and keep Ichigo alive. It wasn't possible. After he lost enough blood, Grimm would have to drink from her-quite a bit-as she spoke the rites. Nel could see no way to divide her attention between the two, but she had no choice. If she didn't do it, then the two loves of her life would die right in front of her.
"I can help you," Rukia's voice was still weak, but it was stronger than before. She stood on wobbly legs and made her way to Grimm's side, "I still have enough power to perform the rites on Grimmjow."
Neliel bared her fangs and hissed in outrage, "In your fucking dreams!" To perform the blood rites on someone meant to bind them to you until death. Hate or no hate, Grimm would be obligated to protect Rukia and she him. If she allowed this, they would always be inextricably entwined. On top of eve...