Menachem hung his head as he slowly rose up. "Slow down, I can barely walk." He limped towards the door after Uriel. A bath sounded like paradise. He wondered if he'd ever leave the tub once he got all cleaned up. "Ah.. the doctor gave me soup. I shouldn't... eat too much." It wasn't like him to sound so pathetic, but he wasn't himself at the moment and being dependent on someone was the worst. But, he was grateful to both men. "Thank you .. Uriel. I really do owe you.'