Going to his room an laying down actually sounded really, really good, in Renji's opinion. He was just so tired, and at this point, standing seemed like far too much effort. But another thought stirred in his mind, at the forefront because it had also been the source of his attack on Daemon. And the thought was:
the last time they drugged me and took me somewhere, it...
He licked his lips, hands pressed firmly against the wall as if that would help keep him upright and help him think. He put every ounce of concentration (not that he had a lot, at this point) in to spreaking clearly, though his words were still heavy and slurred. "I'd like to finish taking my shower, please."
That was the best he could manage, and it didn't sound all that convincing. If the nurses insisted on taking him off, he'd go quietly, and save his strength for whatever fight might be coming.
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the last time they drugged me and took me somewhere, it...
He licked his lips, hands pressed firmly against the wall as if that would help keep him upright and help him think. He put every ounce of concentration (not that he had a lot, at this point) in to spreaking clearly, though his words were still heavy and slurred. "I'd like to finish taking my shower, please."
That was the best he could manage, and it didn't sound all that convincing. If the nurses insisted on taking him off, he'd go quietly, and save his strength for whatever fight might be coming.