[Due to the drugs Shiro's not sure if he spends ten seconds being too scared to move or ten minutes. Either way, he eventually flexes a wrist and realizes he's not bound. A flood of relief hits him like a second drug and he lets his eyes drift shut, briefly. Small victories. Sluggishly, he pulls the rest of his perceptions together. The warmth, the softness surrounding him... His body feels useless and heavy and he's a little concerned he's not more concerned about that but his instincts are telling him he's safe.

As for the figure... Shiro's not getting the vibe that he's a guard, despite the fact that he's obviously a fighter. Maybe it's that he seems to be reading, such a weirdly normal thing to be doing by someone's... hospital bed?]

Uh... Hi?