Much as he would have liked to be his stubborn self and just walk out of the medical area, Shoutarou could not manage it. He'd spent way, way too much energy on attacks, especially that last kick on the general. Making it spin was a really, really bad idea in retrospect - if he had the energy to move much, his legs would protest quite painfully.

For now, he's sprawled out on a cot with his hat over his face. One arm draped over his chest, the other dangling off the cot.