Sabrina waits, as difficult as that is, counting in her head before she's rushing over, tearful and frightened under the make-up and clothes. "Charlie, Charlie, I'm so sorry," she breathes, pulling him up and over with her to the bed, dragging him into the massive thing and then crawling in too. "Charlie, are you okay? I'm sorry." She's ready to dissolve into tears, but won't allow herself.