anybody could tell that being off of his feet was bothering charles just as much, if not more, than the burn on his hand. he was so used to being up and moving, helping wherever he could; but, you advised against using his hand at all, he wouldn't disobey.

charles winced as you removed the old gauze from his hand, avoiding your gaze as though it would kill him to meet your eyes. it was still painful.

"how long until this thing heals?"

he finally asked.. although he asked you that everytime.