Charlie nodded slowly as he listened to everything that the doctor had to say. Six months sounded like an agonizingly long time to be tortured with the question of whether or not he was going to lose his limbs. Part of him wished they could just lop off the blackened bits now and be done with the entire ordeal, but then he knew that would be quite an unwise decision. He knew well enough that he needed to wait around to see whether or not his body would recover, and with the doctor’s help hopefully they’d not need to remove much at all.<br/><br/><i>Don’t worry, my dear. All will be well, leave it to me. We’ll be out of this house of horrors soon enough.</i><br/><br/>A shiver ran down his spine at the all too familiar voice rattling around within his brain, but he didn’t make the involuntary reaction known to the doctor. Of course, he should have assumed that the creature within him wouldn’t have let him die so easily, and he certainly wouldn’t let him become a cripple if he could do anything about it. He needed his vessel to be whole and relatively strong if he were to act upon his many remaining desires, Charlie knew that much. While he should have been overjoyed at the reassuring whisper, the resurgence of the voice he hadn’t heard in quite some time was rather unnerving.<br/><br/>The boy lifted his gaze as Valentin pushed the door open and relayed the message of their approaching meal. A small smile lifted the corners of his lips and he nodded quietly in response, furrowing his brow slightly as the man commented on the state of his legs. “You must be joking, right? It looks like somebodies sewn a corpses legs onto my body at the hip,” he said blandly as he looked down at his useless limbs, a disgusted look taking over his features as he shook his head. “But you’re right, I’m sure with all the help I’m receiving I’ll be more or less okay within a matter of time,” he agreed softly as he settled comfortably back against the head of the bed again, lifting his gaze up to meet his host’s.<br/><br/>“I don’t know if you heard, but it’s going to be about six months until we’re able to deduce what really needs to be done. I hope it doesn’t take quite that long, of course, I’d rather not be a burden on you for longer than I need to be.” The boy fidgeted a bit as he spoke; he didn’t wish to be a burden, but then he really didn’t wish to return to the streets either. Despite the lack of desire, though, he knew that he would need to leave as soon as possible, he couldn’t risk putting Bernard or Valentin within the line of fire were his creature to decide to force him into another episode. He didn't wish to hurt anyone ever again, and if that meant living a life of miserable solitude then so be it.