As Ms. Rode took her slice of cake, she dropped it shortly after upon hearing Gren's words. However, she was able to react quickly enough to twist and catch it. Kuhaku's ears and tail perked up, he was impressed by her reflexes. It wasn't often you saw a human with quick reflexes like that. She looked to be in pain as she stood up slowly. He frowned and looked down at his body as he ate his slice of cake. Aside from a few scratches, cuts, and bruises that were nearly completely healed, he looked and felt fine. Whatever happened between the four of them, he apparently made it out in a lot better shape than Ms. Rode. Sure, he was a little achy and sore, but he wasn't in outright pain like she was. Despite how Kuhaku may look, he is a scrappy and tough individual.

[b]"[color=ed1c24]Excuse me?[/color]"[/b] her voice tinged with disbelief.
[B]"[color=ed1c24]We passed? But that battle was a complete disaster, by all rights half the team should be dead.[/color]"[/b]
[i]"Battle?..."[/i] Kuhaku blinked.
[b]"[color=00a651]Relax. You're still injured, but you're also alive. I'll explain what had happened the best I can.[/color]"[/b] the armored creature said.

The Creature walked over to Kuhaku's bed and neatened it for him, pulling the IV close to him. He looked up at the armored creature, looking a bit lost. Did he intend for him to lay back down and put the IV back in? The creature did the same for Ms. Rode, finally pulling up a chair to sit down to explain what happened.

[b]"[color=00a651]First, I'll start my reintroducing myself and each other. It seems that Shiro has... Forgotten, so forgive me for speaking about anything redundant.[/color]"[/b]
Kuhaku's vision started to fade in and out. A gradually intensifying high-pitched whine irritating him, his ears twitching furiously.
[b]"[color=00a651]I am Gren Orchid, boar faunas, also known as a-...[/color]"[/b]
[i]"Gren...?[/i]
His head started to ache. The whining sound deafened him, his hearing going in and out. Allowing him to only hear bits and pieces of what Gren was saying.
[b]"[color=00a651]...we later met with Abel Fulgurate...[/color]"[/b]
[i]"Abel..."[/i]
As Gren continued explaining what happened before, Kuhaku's condition deteriorated. His vision failed him, becoming partially blind. His golden hazel eyes glazed over. The incessant high-pitched whine deafened him completely. His head felt as though it were in tightening vice grip, feeling as though it were splitting apart. Placing a hand on his forehead, he closed his eyes.
[I]"Ugh..."[/i]

Unable to finish the remainder of his cake, he carefully set his fork down onto the plate and looked over at the nearby nightstand. Lifting his shaking hands, he reached over to try and set it aside.

[b]"[color=00a651]...Shiro's semblance. He had used it to help me...[/color]"[/b]
[i]"...So I did use it..."[/i]
His shaking became uncontrollable, the plate of cake slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. The plate shattered, the fork clattered musically against the ground. Something willed him to move. He suddenly had an intense urge to leave the infirmary, not that he enjoyed his time there. Uncurling his legs, he stood and instantly crumpled to the ground with a [i]thud[/i]. Reaching up, he grabbed the side of the bed and pulled himself up.
[i]"I have to leave.."[/i]
He dragged himself around the bed. With his sense of smell still fully functioning, he located his belongings set neatly on the other side. The image of his sword and shield stood out clearly in the background of his heavily-blurred vision.
[i]"Kladenets...Perun..."[/i]
Reaching out towards his weapons, his paw (hand) touched the face of the shield and a small amount of relief washed over him. Though made of cold metal, it radiated a faint warmth to Kuhaku.
[i]"I can't stay here."[/i]
He pulled the sword and shield close to his chest, embracing them.
[i]"I'll lose everything. I have to-...while I can still move..."[/i]
He shook his head, but that made things worse. The room felt as though it were spinning, making him feel sick.
Noticing the bandages on his arms, he began to growl softly. Letting go to look at his hands, the weapons fell [i]clanging[/i] loudly against the ground.
[i]"What am I wearing?"[/i]
He looked at his body and pulled at the hospital clothing he had on.
[i]"Where...am I?"[/i]
He looked around at the room, eyes still glazed over and partially blind. The deafening ringing in his ears driving him mad. He was wearing hospital clothes. It smelled like a hospital. He strongly dislikes hospitals. They reminded him too much of the time when he was found. The chemical smells and bright lights. The sterility of it all.
[i]"I have to hurry. I have to get out of here."[/i]
Growling, he tore off the hospital clothing that was given to him, throwing it against the wall. Grabbing at the neatly folded pile of his clothing, he was amazingly able to somehow redress himself. Snatching up the fallen weapons, he rammed the sword into a compartment within the shield and sheathed it. The sword locked into place in the shield with a [i]click-click[/i]. Slinging the combined pair onto his back, he stumbled to his feet. Slamming into the nearest wall, he stood for a moment leaning against it.
[i]"Wait, I made a mess right? I need to clean it u-"[/i]
The high-pitched whining grew louder, his head feeling as though it were fit to burst. Shutting his eyes tight, he placed his hands on his head and gritted his fangs (teeth). He slid to the ground, on his knees.
[i]"M-my name is Kuhaku Shiro. I am 17 years old. I am a White Tiger Faunus. My parents were legendary Hunters. My mother's sword is Kladenets. My father's shield is Perun..."[/i] He repeated over and over in his head, clinging to his thoughts to prevent them from running away from him. Slowly, as the pain subsided slightly, he opened his eyes and froze in fear at what he saw. They were people. No, they were shadows. They were something. Sapphire, Gren, and Abel were gone. In their place were what Kuhaku called the Shadow Men, and they chased him ever since he was little. Following him, invading his nightmares, always there. Always just watching. He never knew what they were or what they wanted from him. They were looking at him, though not really. They had no eyes or any other physical features. Just thick, black clouds that vaguely resembled a person. They were whispering something to him or at him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. They always appeared whenever he lost more of his memory. Just exactly how many times did he use his Semblance? He always thought the Shadow Men were the things that took his precious memories from them. All he knew was that he was scared of them.

Scrambling backwards, he tried to press his body into the wall his back was against. He looked at their large forms with absolute terror and horror as they came closer to him. That's right, they were why he got the feeling that he needed to leave. They were coming for him. Eyes wide, chest heaving as he panted raggedly, he desperately sought an escape. But, he was trapped in a room with them now. They'll get him now. They'll steal more of his beloved memories. Sniffing, he smelled the clean outside air. Focusing on that scent, he blinked furiously. In a moment of clarity, he saw his way out.

An open window.

Bringing in his knees to press against the wall, he went for it. With one powerful heave, he lunged towards the window and cleared it. Crashing into the ground and vegetation, he rolled and tumbled a small distance. Shaking dirt and leaves from his white fur (hair) he looked up to see the Shadow Men at the window. He gave them a look of fear as he turned away from them. On all fours, he broke into a sprint. Running as far and as fast as he could, to get away. He tore through the school's campus, his vision degraded into a narrow tunnel.

As he ran, tears streamed from his eyes. He blinked furiously to clear them away.
[b]"Don't forget. Don't forget. Don't forget..."[/b] he repeated to himself quietly in between breaths as he bounded away from the Shadow Men.
[i]"I must've seemed so weak."[/i]
As he ran, he was confused as to why that thought creeped into his pounding mind.
After a few minutes of sprinting, his healing body could take no more and he crashed into some shrubs. Breathing hard, he looked over his shoulder. No Shadow Men. He could see the building he was in off in the distance. Unmoving, he decided the ground was comfortable enough for a short break. Calming his breathing, he closed his eyes. His head still buzzed painfully.

He decided he would rest here, wherever he was.
He quickly fell asleep, hidden there in the greenery.