Charlie couldn’t help a warm smile from forming upon his lips at Valentin’s insistence that his fingers would make it through. Charlie was much less optimistic, only because he knew what doomed flesh looked like. His flesh was well on its way to dying, he could tell that much from the blackened hue it had taken on, but then again perhaps his host was right; he’d never heard of this sort of medicine before, never seen it in action, perhaps it could pull his extremities back from the brink. He’d witnessed crazier things in his lifetime, he supposed. “Yes, I suppose your right, we can’t have two bitter cynics hanging around or everything will fall apart,” he commented lightheartedly, resting his hands down upon his thighs and sighing heavily as he continued training his gaze down upon them.<br/><br/>The boy lifted up his eyes when Valentin lifted himself from his seat and he watched as he strode over to the window and opened up the blind. The light was blinding due to the reflective quality of the snow, but after allowing his eyes to adjust Charlie found it to be quite pleasant. He hadn’t been able to truly admire the snow that blanketed the city each winter in quite some time; whenever the white powder fell Charlie was quite a bit more concerned with surviving than he was with enjoying the view. From his spot nestled comfortably in the luxurious bed Valentin had provided him with, though, he was able to take in the sight, even if there wasn’t much to look at from his particular window.<br/><br/>Charlie flinched as a rap on the door drew him from his state of admiration. He lifted his gaze upwards toward the door and watched as Val opened it up and let a vaguely familiar individual enter. He knew he’d interacted with him the evening prior, but again the details were rather fuzzy. He settled back a bit as the man moved in and he watched his and Val’s brief interaction, the man seemed rather hesitant to go but he ventured out of the room anyways in search of sustenance for the lot of them, and Charlie was left alone with the king looking older male.<br/><br/>“I’m definitely feeling much better today; last night I was quite sure I was going to die so I suppose anything is a step up from that,” he commented as he allowed the man to go through any preliminary checks he needed to do. He watched closely as he went on to check his arms and hands neck, pursing his lips as he brushed his fingers delicately over the discolored flesh. It was rather uncomfortable for him to watch the man touch him but to not be able to feel it, but he tried not to let it bother him too much, and to focus on the fact that a vast majority of his skin still had sensation to it.<br/><br/>Charlie nodded his head ever so slightly at the doctors warning of potential discomfort and he watched closely as he carefully peeled back the covers to reveal his mottled legs. It looked as though they’d been kicked repeatedly, with bruise-like coloring scattered over unnaturally paled skin. The left leg, which had been the one more exposed to the wind (due predominantly to a pair of torn jeans, and secondarily to the fact that his left side had been pressed up against the building, not his right), looked considerably worse. The skin on his left foot almost already looked like it was rotting away, the foot completely blue and purple whilst the toes were all blackened. The right leg looked better, none of the flesh had gone black as of that moment, but the appearance was still unpleasant.<br/><br/>“I can’t feel anything on the left leg at the moment, but the right leg is tingling a little bit,” he relayed softly to Dr. Lawson. He then focused intently on the muscles, trying to get them to move as best as he could. In the end, he managed to get a slight wiggling of the toes on his right foot accomplished, but even that much was incredibly difficult for him, which was quite disheartening to say the very least. “I assume this doesn’t look exactly promising?” he murmured in a forlorn tone of voice as he stared down at the rigid limbs.