"Charles, I'm hardly going to get better lying in bed doing nothing. My brain is not a young, adaptable thing anymore, the neuro-elasticity is shot and if I want to get myself working again, it will take pushing it and making it rebuild those pathways."

He nodded to the side of his bed, shuffling over to give Charles room to sit. The larger bed was one of the blessings of Kingsman medical. "Really?"