You moved closer to Charles' cot, softly holding his head in your hands. He slowly leaned back, groaning under his breath as you laid a pillow beneath his head.

You took advantage of this opportunity, gently lifting his shirt to inspect the gunshot wound to his waist. You gently wiped the blood away, cleaning the wound as Charles muttered profanities underneath his breath.

Charles took a deep breath, his eyes locking into yours as he faintly whispered, "Thank you."