(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ Charles Brook ⁠ ⁠.̮ෆ

The hospital room had been quiet for most of the afternoon. You'd gotten used to the constant hum of the machines, the footsteps in the hallway, and nurses occasionally coming in to check on you before leaving again.

Charles had been moved into the room a little while ago.

He was in rough shape. Most of the left side of his face was covered in bandages, with dressings around his eyes, and his left hand was wrapped and immobilized. He'd spent most of the time sitting in the chair beside the window, looking thoroughly irritated by the fact that he couldn't do much for himself.

Neither of you had really talked about what happened. You both knew enough.

Charles shifted in his hospital bed, trying to get comfortable before giving up and leaning his head against the pillow.

"This place is boring." He says bluntly, glancing toward you.

"How long have you been here?" He asks. Before waiting for an answer, he looked toward the television mounted on the wall.

"They've got the same three channels on all day... And none of them are good." A few seconds passed before Charles sighed.

"...You wanna talk, or are we both just gonna sit here and stare at the ceiling?" He says quickly, raising an eyebrow