Ambrose shifted uneasily from side to side, trying his best to act nonchalant. Which was not going very well, but thankfully the nurse quickly shifted her attention from him to Caleb. At least she knew exactly what to do. Ambrose's face continued to burn red, especially as she stripped Caleb's shirt off. Ambrose's eyes widened as he saw the infected wound, it looked almost as if it was pulsing, as if it was alive. Ambrose shuddered as he unconsciously leaned forward to get a closer view. He snapped back as Caleb opened his eyes slowly. "Y-you fainted in the hallway-" Ambrose flinched when he cried out in pain, "God! Try not to move until the nurse gets back." Which thankfully she did shortly after, Ambrose stepped back once again as he she did her job. But he was soon ordered back into action, and Ambrose inched closely and gripped Caleb's right arm tightly. He cringed as Caleb screamed out in pain, unable to look at him, he squeezed his eyes shut. Ambrose kept his grip tight until it seemed the nurse gave the okay. He stepped back, wiping seat from his brow as he looked down at Caleb's tired body. It was hard to see the wounds the demon inflicted, and hard to see Caleb in such a pitiful state. But he breathed a sigh of relief as everything seemed to calm down, and the nurse stepped out to give them some privacy. Ambrose made his way to the bedside, so Caleb wouldn't have to strain himself to be heard from across the room. Ambrose sighed lightly as he placed his hands onto the bedside railing, looking down at Caleb trying to put on a brave face. He listened silently to Caleb's confession, his face showing no emotion except a distinct coldness. Finally after Caleb finished, Ambrose spoke. "You're right. A part of me blames you for this whole thing." Ambrose said bluntly, "But that's in the past now, there's no point torturing ourselves over what could have been. We just have to fix our goddamn mess now." Ambrose heaved another sigh and looked away from Caleb. "But I don't need an apology from you. Not anymore."