"No, you take the bed," Charlie said, gesturing back behind him toward it. "I'll be perfectly fine on the couch for a few nights, or the bathtub if you'd like some more privacy," he added, giving a shrug of his shoulders. To be honest, Charlie was a bit surprised that Alicia let him hug her without protest, so he took it as a sign of her state, which was obviously worse than she was letting on. He was sure that he'd never seen her this way, and it worried Charlie, but he didn't want to cast more doom and gloom onto the situation. Charlie wanted Alicia to be okay, he wanted to help her however he could, but he wanted her to be able to move on, too.
"What're you hungry for?" he asked, trying to watch her for obvious signs of injury without being obvious himself. Charlie reminded himself to ask about her nose later, and some of the other bruises he could see, but not until after she had a bit of food in her. Alicia was always a bit more pliable when he stomach wasn't empty, Charlie had soon learned that.