Shiro is awake. Of course he’s awake. He hasn’t slept since he brought the poor guy home. He’s supposed to be keeping watch. He’s supposed to be looking after this stranger who just ran himself ragged, it sounds like. Or, at least, that’s what the staff at the clinic said.

He jumps, actually, when Mithrun just sits up. And stares. He waves from across the room, a bit hesitantly.

“Hey - you passed out in the road.” Because that explains everything. A grimace, and he adds: “I took you to the clinic, and they said you were exhausted, dehydrated and didn’t look like you’d eaten any time recently.”