Though the extent of his exhaustion should have left his sleep dark and dreamless disturbing images plagued Charlie's rest as well. A child's distressed shrieks, silenced. A mother's gentle, comforting whispers morphed into blood curdling screams. A father's frantic begging turned into desperate gasps, paired with the gut turning sound of blood bubbling up from a mutilated throat. Charlie couldn't sort out the sounds and images in his head; he couldn't decide what belong with his memories and what was being conjured up by his parasite to torment him. The moment the young man was happy, comfortable, the creature had to come up with some way to wiggle its was into his consciousness. The young man wasn't sure how much more he could take, though he was grateful that the being inhabiting him was weak at that moment; a fit of possession was best had when there were minimal amounts of people around. At least if it was just Charlie that the beast had to maim there would be no more guilt plastered onto his conscious. He wasn't sure he could take any more guilt, the amounts that he already carried for things he wasn't even sure he did ate away at him.<br/><br/>That guilt would be a story for another time, however. It would arise one day what had transpired in the early days of Charlie's life, but for now it would remain locked in Charlie's muddled mind, hidden away from the light of day.<br/><br/>The smaller male woke up with a sharp gasp and a bit of a jolt, though he wasn't able to throw the heavy blankets from his frail body on the first try. His eyes opened wide, though they immediately narrowed to slits at the sudden glaring of the sun outside that just barely peeked through the beautiful window coverings. He sat up slowly, though it was quite a struggle to remain upright as his head immediately began swimming horrifically; he groaned softly and lifted a hand to press the heel of his hand to his forehead, but he was immediately met with a bit of a sharp pain in his forearm. Charlie grunted softly as he dropped his arm and squinted at it with a bit of an irritable expression - bits and pieces of the evening had begun surfacing in his mind, but a vast majority of it was lost to his memory. He grumbled softly as he messed briefly with the IV in his arm, though he assumed it was meant to assist him to he ultimately left it alone and dropped his arm back down onto the bed. He found that his legs, which were never exactly little bundles of muscle, were suffering from complete and utter exhaustion beneath the sheets. It wasn't too concerning that he couldn't move them, however, he assumed it would be difficult, if not impossible, to move a majority of his body parts today. Though he didn't remember much, he did recall the bitter cold, it obviously couldn't have been good for his body, which was already weakened beyond belief by his malnutrition.<br/><br/>Seeing as he had all the time in the world, he assumed, he allowed his eyes to begin slowly wandering about the room. It was beyond luxurious, and it was certainly leaps and bounds nicer than anything Charlie could remember himself ever staying in. Even before he'd fled his home, he remember it being less than optimal conditions for a child; his family had been relatively impoverished, he could recall. Despite this Charlie had to believe he'd have had a decent enough childhood were in not for the creature that infected him, his parents had been decent enough, though he had more negative memories than positive of his own interactions with them. He tried not to think about that too much, however, and he sighed heavily as his eyes finally landed upon Valentin.<br/><br/>Charlie pursed his lips thoughtfully as he examined the man quietly, able to tell that he had dozed off whilst sitting in the chair, most likely keeping an eye on him for the crucial evening. His lips quirked up into the faintest bit of a smile at the sight of the man in a relaxed state - he hadn't had an opportunity to see him like this before, and it was rather refreshing. It was always interesting to him to see individuals in vulnerable states when he usually saw them as very guarded or closed off. Val was nearly always on edge, though Charlie wasn't entirely sure why, and so it was fascinating to examine him like that; his jaw was slack, his fingers still just barely keeping a hold of whatever papers he hand within his hand, his body slumped to the side and his head resting on one of the wings of the chair. He knew that Valentin most likely wouldn't be comfortable with Charlie examining him in the state, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, would it? He entertained himself with this for a short while before he decided that he should most likely wake the other.<br/><br/>"Valentin?" Charlie called softly and a bit timidly. Some individuals, he knew, got genuinely angry when woken up and he would rather not have the man who was harboring him agitated so early in his stay. He fiddled slightly with his fingers as he watched for any stirring from the others, though they were still stiff and he didn't actually have any feeling in any of them at that moment. When the gentleman didn't stir, Charlie cleared his throat and said in a slightly louder tone, "Valentin? I can't walk right now, and I need your help."