Charlie hadn't seen him before, either, but she wasn't in the least deterred by the fact that he was there. Her eyes scanned the man in the bed first, her expression moving through panic, fear, concern, rage, and back to worry in the space of seconds. Only then did she focus on the man standing there looking like she'd wandered into something illicit and she answered him roughly, her tone affected by what she was seeing.

"Yeah, you can tell me if he's going to be okay."

Moving to the end of the bed, she placed her hand on his ankle, curling around it gently.