Val didn’t comment on anything his unusual guest said.  Thankfully, the doctor was just as silent as they made their way to the bedroom prepared for Charlie.  In no time, the young man was out and dead to the world.  Valentine had to both marvel at it and be concerned, but his old doctor friend just gave a faint chuckle and checked Charlie’s pulse.<br/><br/>“I’ll go get the rest of my supplies,” Lawson said.<br/><br/>Alone in the silence with the unconscious man, Val continued his silent study for a few moments longer before turning to the fireplace and making sure it would burn for a good long while.  There was a central heating system in place in the house, but he didn’t usually keep it up very high, considering it was usually just him and Bernard there.  It seemed pointless to keep the whole thing warmly heated for comfort when it wasn’t really needed.  With Charlie’s near death experience in the ice and snow, he knew that it was only one of a handful of habits he would have to break until he could get the frail, young thing healed up and healthy.<br/><br/>As soon as Lawson was back, Val was back at the bedside, watching over everything done.  An IV was set in place to provide both fluids and nutrients that would aid in general recovery, along with a temporary flow of that medicine the doctor had mentioned before that would hopefully prevent the need for heavy amputation.  Dr. Lawson still wasn’t convinced that fingers and toes would survive the week, but he wasn’t opposed to hope.  He did one last temperature check to ensure that it was stabilizing and that Charlie’s body was able to generate its own heat, along with checking his pulse again for a reasonably steady rhythm, and then all there was to do was wait.  At that point, Valentin offered one of the other spare rooms for the man to get some rest.  There was no sense in making him brave the storm again, especially when things were still serious enough that his help was still needed.<br/><br/>After Bernard escorted the doctor off to settle him in, even though the late hour had grown into early morning already, Val pulled a chair over next to the fireplace and settled in with some reports that had come in while he was away.  There was never much of a chance to rest, not when he had to be up to date on events that might’ve been demon related.  And yet despite his best efforts to stay awake to catch up on the reports, to keep an eye on Charlie through his heavy sleep, Val was nodding off just as the sun was fully up.<br/><br/>The light filtered through the gap between the mostly drawn drapes that covered the large windows.  The material was thick, blue, and embroidered with black designs at both tops and bottoms.  It was the nicest of the guest rooms, and always the one Bernard spruced up on the rare occasions they had a guest.  The bedding was all cornflower blue and silver, which was a combination that was easy on the eyes, but the material itself was soft, plush, and inviting.  The sheets would obviously need a thorough cleaning after Charlie had his rest and was able to take a proper bath, but that was the least of their worries.<br/><br/>Val was still concerned that there was more damage done than what could be seen on that first night, that frostbite would eventually claim bits and pieces, and that Charlie’s health would not allow him to make a recovery.  They were concerns that haunted the sparse dreams during his own sleep, slumped down in the chair with the reports hanging from loose fingertips.