Charlie had, of course, heard the soft murmurings about him between the two men. It confused him, to say the very least; was he one of Valentin’s? He felt as though there was more that he should know, based upon those words, but he decided to let it go. His head was already pounding painfully from everything he had been through, he didn’t need to add any extensive thought to the list of things he needed to do. If he could remember the topic of the conversation, he decided, he’d question Val about it once he felt well enough to hold a full and, more or less, intelligent conversation. Now, however, he had one thing to focus on and that was getting himself well enough to leave the good Samaritans cares. He didn’t wish to burden Val any more than he absolutely had to; he’d enjoyed the fact that he’d finally succeeded in making somebody interested in his company, though their visits were brief. He didn’t want to lose that pleasant comradery because he became a nuisance to the other, as he was to so many other people.<br/><br/>He perked up a bit, torn from his thoughts, as the doctor addressed him directly. He nodded slowly, lifting a hand slowly up from the water to allow the doctor to grasp and examine it. He glanced over the older man’s shoulder at Valentin, taking another moment to examine him thoughtfully. He saw that the man was fairly well dressed, though he appeared rather disheveled from the brief rescue mission he’d embarked on. Charlie found him momentarily wondering where he’d come from when he came to fetch him, but he didn’t allow his thoughts to linger their long as he turned his attention back onto the doctor.<br/><br/>“I can’t move them completely, but I expect that it will take a while to regain full mobility,” he said softly as he gazed down at the partially stiff hand with the doctor, watching as he flexed the joints around as much as he could.<br/><br/>He lifted his eyes again onto his current host as Dr. Lawson commented on keeping him confined to bet. Charlie had to admit that it didn’t sound half bad, if he was completely honest. He’d not had the luxury of lying in a bed for years, though he felt bad that he was still absolutely filthy, he didn’t wish to ruin the man’s linens, though it appeared that this predicament was the very lead of Valentin’s worries. Some of the grime that had built up on Charlie’s body over his time out on the streets had soaked off in the water, but he still didn’t exactly look or smell pleasant. He hoped that his host would allow him a proper bath once he’d had a night of rest. He didn’t protest, however, when Valentin returned to the room and drained out the tub, though his frail body almost immediately began to shiver when he was exposed to the air in the house, which was actually pleasantly cool to its other inhabitants. Of course, it wasn’t any shock that Charlie would find it to be a bit too cold, now that it had been more or less defrosted his body would be adverse to any temperatures other than warm for the foreseeable future.<br/><br/>He hummed softly, the vocalization sounding quite content, as Valentin lifted him up from the tub and wrapped him up in a towel. He lifted his eyes up onto the man, though his upper eyelids were beginning to sag as though he’d just realized how utterly exhausted he was.<br/><br/>“This will be my first time in a bed since I was nine years old,” he whispered suddenly, as though that bit of information was pertinent in that moment. He let a long, heavy sigh slip from his lips before he rested his head upon Val’s shoulder again, watching the walls of the halls pass them by as they moved down to what would be his bedroom for the remainder of his stay in his friends not-so-humble abode. It took him a little while, but as he relaxed there in Valentin’s arms he completed his statement by murmuring, “So I will sleep better than I have in a long, long time,” and then he closed his eyes, waiting to be lowered down onto the mattress wherever Val decided to take him. When he finally was, sleep gripped in in what seemed like a matter of seconds; his body and mind were utterly wiped out, and the soft embrace of the fine mattress in the comforting warmth of the room was enough to knock him out cold in an unnaturally quick manner.