Cross had laid down on his bed, and he didn't plan on getting up for the rest of the night. He could use another glass of water or two, but the nurse hadn't left him any others. Well, he'd be fine.

He rolled onto his side with a hiss of pain, feeling the tight, healing skin over his injuries. His wounds did seem to be closing up much faster than usual, but he was definitely in no condition to be wandering outside his room and possibly adding to them. Perhaps if he rested, they'd heal even faster. He had nothing to lose by giving this a chance. Tomorrow he wanted to be able to get around without any nurse assistance.