He nodded. "I worked as an orderly after the war. But most where...there wasn't a great deal we could do."

They cared for their patients' bodies, as most, as least on his ward, were far too far gone for treatment at the time. He hadn't been in a much better state when he had arrived.

He took a breath, and kept his voice soft, quiet. Weakness of any kind he didn't like to share. "I'm not sure, the first couple of weeks. I lost time or was just not aware of it. I wake early, before sunrise, as always, if I sleep. Michael encourages me to sleep." Michael made him sleep a few times. "I eat, small meals through out the day. Help with the pets, Michael and I take the puppy for a walk some times, or I play with Eden. Lucifer and I talk often." There wasn't a routine, or not one he could identify - he was easing, slowly into one, but wasn't focused enough to see it.

"I started having nightmares again, so I'm not sleeping well. Otherwise, physically, I'm fine." The weight loss he really hadn't noticed.