It was over. Either he'd gotten the job done, or he'd have to try again later.

Renji spit something on the floor - part of Gin's neck. He grinned at the nurse, exposing blood-stained teeth. "Give us a... kiss, sugar," he said. His ribs felt like they were on fire, and he wheezed with each breath.

But he wasn't going to go down easily. The orderly was bigger than him, but he'd squirm and kick and make their lives difficult. It wasn't like there was anything else he could do.