Hearing Edwin breathe was... an experience. Especially hearing him breathe in pain. Charles was too busy trying not to despair to really feel his limbs going cold at it all. He bounced a little on his feet as he was trying to think. At least... Edwin wasn't going to die... not yet, at least. Charles once again had to rub his eyes. They were back at the office, they were fine, safe for now. Edwin was in a good place now.

"You should lie down," Charles said, throwing his bag down. "'S gonna get worse," he added. "If I remember right," he added with a tired smile. Then he went to Edwin, putting his hand as gently as he could on his back. If he could he would have just gathered him into his arms and squeezed the life out of him but that wouldn't do so well for him at the moment. And Charles was dying inside. "I should get painkillers, eh? And water," he frowned.