Menachem had been in hell, and finally he'd gotten out, but that was an adventure best not mentioned at the moment. He wanted to forget about it, but now was found in a doctor's office. He was feeling hot and disgusting, while his clearly damaged foot was propped up. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, he'd fought so hard to not die even as tempting as it was, he wouldn't give in.

He pulled off the filthy shirt that was scrapped up and coated in mud and who knows what that was dropped down the well from the kids during his time in that well. He used the cleanest spot he could to try to wipe the sweat from his face and breathed deeply waiting for the doctor to get to him soon. He finally looked over when he heard a noise and his heavy lidded eyes focused on him.

"Help me before I die, Doc. I don't have much, but I have family..." He wasn't sure if he could guilt Zechariah as he was buried in his thoughts as the cruel one. But Uriel was in town right? Definitely far better choice in assisting if he didn't feel like cutting him off because he'd figure this was his own fault. His baby brother wouldn't do such a thing right? He was still sore from the last time he'd seen Nesah. Everyone in his family thinking they were better than him might have made him too angry to let something like half starving and a broken foot in a well take him out.