Ezra looked at her, blinking a couple times trying to get her into focus. He nodded his head slowly, he wasn't too hungry, but she looked ready to leave and he wanted her to stay with him. he reached out his hand slightly toward her but it fell a couple inches short. His head wasn't hurting too bad since they had given him plenty of medicine, and his mother would be getting more for him later. He let his head fall back against the pillows and gave a small sigh which shot a pain through his torso. He cringed a little and bit his lip.

"Come sit...on...bed," he whispered scooting over a little so that she could fit next to him, "I...want...to...touch." His words came out slow and there was a small struggle to get them out, but he was doing his best to try and show her he was okay.

He could tell right away that guilt was eating at her and he knew she blamed herself. He closed his eyes for a second trying to will away the imagines of the incident. He wished she would have run, but he knew it was a long shot. Part of him didn't think he'd wake up and see her again. Ezra thought she'd never come back around let alone offer to feed him. He reached for her again noticing her hesitation to join him on the bed. 

"Please, Marta. Sit...sit with me," Ezra was begging now. His heart began to beat faster and he could feel himself getting worked up like a child who didn't get what they wanted for their birthday. He could also feel himself getting angrier for being unable to pull her into bed with him. His strength was there, but his body was too sore to obey and the smallest movements made him want to scream out in pain. He tried to keep his head up, but it kept fall back down and the anger slowly became sadness as he looked at her. "You...you want to leave. You don't...want me?"