David was sleeping, unable to answer or acknowledge the world around him at all.  Not only that, but a few of his cuts had become infected, but nothing a few days of rest and care wouldn't fix.  In the meantime though, Lysette or whoever watched over the poor soul would be more than likely subjected to inane ramblings brought on by fever and past trauma.  For now, David was spared that particular embarrassment until after he was cleaned up at least if nothing else.<br/><br/>((Sorry, just trying to keep this going.  If another working girl is needed, I'll make another if you need one Samantha.))