[h2][center]Oswald Connoly- Infirmary[/center][/h2]

Oswald was starting to calm down at this point. Not by much, but he could feel the tension slowly leaving his body. Letting it out was so cathartic, but it always left him feeling as though it was the day it had all gone to hell-or worse, the day he had realized he was the last one left. That the others weren't coming back. [i]You can't give up. Whatever it takes. Even if that means making yourself look like a damned fool.[/i] It hardly mattered, but if it made the hard days a little less painful, he could give it a shot. 

"Music...yeah, I remember. Last week, when we went into Vale. I'm, uh...I'm sorry that I brought Diamond and Emerald along. Probably not my best move..." It had been so painfully awkward once he'd realized the invitation was meant to be private- date or not. 

And then their Scrolls rang. Oswald carefully stretched his arm out, bringing the communications device to his body in order to read the message he'd received. [i]Family day, huh...and an obstacle course. And free food. Oh, a [b]wrestling tournament, too?![/b] Wow, it's like Ozpin specifically chose this all just to rub this in my face![/i] 

He wanted to crush the Scroll in his hand right then and there. He might have been able to, though it would hurt like an absolute bastard. Despite his best efforts to control it, the anger started worming its way through his body yet again, along with an even more unwelcome guest-self pity. This was pathetic. Getting angry at everybody else's ability to have fun. If somebody's family couldn't make it, the rest were at least healthy enough to walk under their own power. Emerald and Cobalt might still be recovering, but once they were past the imminent threat to their lives, they would just have to wait for their wounds to heal. 

Oswald would be stuck in a chair for a while. It hadn't helped that part of one of his floating ribs had wound up inside his lung. The emergency surgery had been relatively quick, but a punctured lung was still a punctured lung. But Sapphire had asked him a question, about this very thing that was threatening to send him over the edge now.

"My family? Yeah, they're still around." Immediately after speaking, Oswald's shoulders sank and he looked away from Sapphire, ashamed. His voice was much sharper, much more angry than he'd meant it to be. "Sorry, I'm just...I'm just bummed over this whole thing," he said, gesturing to his Scroll. "I doubt I'll be able to enjoy any of it." 

"There's just the three of us, though. My parents and me. Mom got sick when she was pregnant with me, so they never tried for another kid. Probably would've been too much stress for her body, apparently." It was a rather transparent distraction, but Oswald didn't mind. His family was one of those things that didn't drive him further into his shell, at least. "They're pretty great, actually. Weren't too happy that I chose to join the militia, especially not when they first sent us outside the walls, but after the first few times I came back in one piece, they learned to put their worry aside, I guess." A small smile managed to cross Oswald's face before he sighed peacefully. "I miss them, even though it's only been about a month and a half since I saw them."