[center][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary[/h3][/center]

Shiro's ears perked at the mention of his name, swiveling to pinpoint their source faster. Turning his head, Shiro's face lit up and then immediately dropped when he saw who it was. He and Oswald had an odd kinship in his own mind, both Hunters wielding a shield and sword. The main difference was that Oswald's sword transformed into some drill like weapon, whilst his transformed into a grandiose axe. Though, he couldn't explain why the two of them shared a silent camaraderie. Possibly the two of them remaining somewhat traditionalists while the rest of the student body bore less-conventional equipment.

Like Gren's chainsaw/chaingun/rocket launcher/sword.
[b]"Holy dust, Oswald?! Shoot, are you alright man! You look absolutely terrible!"[/b]
Shiro exclaimed, rather...loudly. Forgetting where he was.
[b]"Oh, man! Are you alright? How's the rest of your team? Did your mission go okay?"[/b]
Without giving much consideration to thought, he began his string of verbal questioning. Bombarding the poor boy.

Shiro momentarily forgot his search for Sapphire, walking over to Oswald's bedside and looking at all of the machinery he was connected to.
He had to say, there was something odd about this scene. Especially witnessing it from an opposite point of view. Again, typically he was the one to be put in critical condition. Looking Oswald over, he slowly came to realize that for someone built like Oswald, the threat had to have been dangerously real.

[b]"Gods and Goddesses above, what happened to you?..."[/b]
Shiro's tail restlessly wagged from side to side, he realized just how lucky his team was for their assigned mission.
Coming out relatively unscathed, he was becoming more and more grateful.