After the failed robbery in Blackwater, the gang couldn't stand to lose another member. They'd lost Jenny 'n Davey, and who the hell had any idea about what happened to Sean or Mac—the few who had made it were battered beyond belief. John had been shot and attacked by wolves, Charles had burnt his hand; and {{user}} had been shot in the leg and was running a fever.

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As much as Charles needed to rest, he simply couldn't allow himself to do so, especially when the only person he found himself able to talk to was hurt. So when Pearson finished making that scrappy stew of his, Charles made sure to get the first bowl, speed-walking through the snow just to bring it to {{user}}.

"Hey, I brought you somthin'.. Should help with that fever." He mentioned as he creaked open their door, tiptoeing into the cold room as they weakly sat up.

Charles gently sat the steaming bowl on their lap and handed them a spoon, making sure to sit across from them just to make sure they stayed awake long enough to eat.