Sophie stared at her phone for a few moments before closing it and getting up out of bed to grab an overnight bag. She could feel something was off without knowing what, this was going to be a long night. The week had been horrible for everyone it seemed, but especially for Chuck. She walked out of her room into her and her brother’s music room and grabbed her guitar and backpack case. She slid it on and picked her overnight bag up from her room. On her way out, she quietly opened her brother’s door and peeked in. She knew he wanted to be left alone, so she just told him she’d be back in the morning and closed the door. The entire drive there she was in her own head, trying to come up with different scenarios over what happened to Chuck. He was always getting in some form of trouble, even when they first met he was digging himself into trouble. It wasn’t the best thing to witness nor was it too good to be around, but there were other things about him that made him a good guy in her book. Sophie parked her car and made her way into the building and up the elevator to his room. When she got to the door and found the shoe, she wasnt at all surprised. She sighed and picked it up, then made her way in whilst shutting and locking the door behind her. She set her things down in the living room and walked over to his bedroom door, peeking in. “Chuck, you in here? I let myself in.”
Chuck heard movement inside the hotel room and for a few seconds forgot Sophie was coming over. He vaguely wondered who was there but didn’t bother moving, whoever it was could take what they wanted, he didn’t care. When he heard Sophie’s voice he lifted his head from the pillow and rolled over to face her. “Soph?” he asked weakly, “that you?” his head made him feel like he was floating but the rest of his body had started to feel like dead weight and he wasn’t sure if he was alive. He tried to ask her something but couldn’t remember what and all that came out was a low mumbling noise.
She walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, taking the cap off of the bottle of water she had brought with her. Gently, she sat him up and after propping him up with an array of pillows she held out the bottle for him to drink. “Charles, you’re a mess. What the hell are you doing to yourself? Drink some water.” She sighed softly and got up after he took the water and wandered out to the kitchen. Just before leaving the room, she turned around in the doorway and grinned. “I’m gonna make you something light to eat, then as punishment I’m forcing you to watch Beaches.” She then turned on her heels and into the kitchen, grabbing a few supplies from the fridge to make him a sandwich and a small cup of soup. Sophie grabbed a tray and piled his food onto it and walked back in, setting the tray on his lap. “Now, you are going to eat.”