Shirasaki burst into the clinic, panting as he grunted under Kijun's (small!) weight. "I need help 'ere," barked the Ryuudamon, looking around as he approached the counter. "Anyone?" he asked again, voice desperate as he tried to find someone that would help him...or rather, help his Tamer. He placed the boy on a nearby chair as he examined his wounds. They were mostly closed up because of the X-Antibody coursing within him.
"I'll have you both fixed up in a jiffy!" Grace said as she emerged from behind the counter and brought the duo into the treatment room where she applied medicine on Shirasaki's wounds and began to treat the wounded Tamer.
As Shirasaki sat on the cushion in the waiting hall of the clinic, he couldn't help but wonder if Kijun was alright. Maybe he shouldn't have been so selfish and immediately headed towards treatment once the Tamer had been hit. What if Kijun was confined to the hospital beds for an amount of time? Wouldn't that force him to re-order his plans to find her? No, no...he mustn't be so selfish. Kijun's life was at stake here!
The dragon massaged his upper arm, telling himself that it would be alright. Yes, that's right, everything would be okay...it's just a few stitches. Kid's okay, thought Shirasaki as he closed his eyes and dozed off.
When he woke up, he found Kijun beside him, teary-eyed and obviously in pain. Neat stitches were on his left arm, and he had some gauze to cover up the wound on his right cheek. "Kid, you 'kay?" Shirasaki asked as he patted Kijun's shoulder. The child then began to cry, and the Ryuudamon felt a twinge of regret within him.
He shouldn't have rushed into a battle with a Tamer as young as Kijun; he should have stayed somewhere safe and slowly teach him the basics of life in the Digital World... Heaving Kijun unto his back and telling him to grip him tightly, he headed back to the Park despite his mind telling him not to go and risk it. Shirasaki ignored the feeling within his gut.
He had a score to settle.