Edwin couldn't help but frown a little. "I didn't want to bother Cecilia," he muttered, figuring that she couldn't be in great shape either. Still, he probably needed a professional opinion on his arm. Not that he didn't trust that Oliver had done his best, but a second opinion couldn't hurt. Metaphorically. Having to reset it again definitely would.
He gave Charlie a few pats on his butt to get him moving out from under his arm, then braced it on the mattress, trying to push himself up. He kind of wished that he had woken up in Oliver's bed now. It was probably easier to roll out of bed than try to make it off his giant bed. "Yeah, help me up," he sighed. "I can do the rest. When... When is Cecilia coming by?" He really wanted to shower. He wondered if he would still find dried blood on him.