Yeah, rest. [ All he can do is lay in bed. He hates it. He was able to move around a little bit more earlier with a cane for support, but not for extended periods of time. His relief at the mention of "home" is palpable. His pinched features relax a little, that lost look smoothing away some as well. ]

Please. I want to go.

[ Matt shifts with the hand that Frank doesn't have, and tries to get into a sitting position. It's slow work, especially with one hand, but he wants to try at least. He sounds miserable doing it, the small effort leaving him winded, and slouching as much as his bruised and battered body allows.

He laughs a little bitterly at Sister Maggie's interjection: ]

Concerned now? You asked me if I had anyone to call. Friends or family. Now you don't like the answer?

[ "You trust him to look after you?" ]

He's my family.