Madara, usually somewhat skittish about being touched, seemed not to mind as the medic wrapped him in a towel and picked up his clothes. In fact, the boy fell back asleep, soon murmuring 'Izuna' or 'Tou-san'.
Sasuke helped his brother get dressed, and after waiting and assisting them, Renji thanked the staff and led them to his clinic. "The beds are as comfortable as I could make them... but they still do keep all the standards the profession needs." he apologized for the flatness, discomfort and height, placing Madara down into one, clothes on the chair beside the bed, and brought the thing blanket over the sleeping child's torso.
Renji insisted to run a small check-up on Itachi, in order to hopefully administer what he may need... although he knew much of this condition seemed it may never improve.
Maybe a descendant from one Uchiha that came there ages ago
Sasuke helped his brother get dressed, and after waiting and assisting them, Renji thanked the staff and led them to his clinic.
"The beds are as comfortable as I could make them... but they still do keep all the standards the profession needs." he apologized for the flatness, discomfort and height, placing Madara down into one, clothes on the chair beside the bed, and brought the thing blanket over the sleeping child's torso.
Renji insisted to run a small check-up on Itachi, in order to hopefully administer what he may need... although he knew much of this condition seemed it may never improve.