Alex struggled in the hospital, the doctors found a serious problem that they had somehow missed. When Alex began complaining of a severe pain in his lower body the doctors checked and found Alex had fractured his back and broken his hip.
This meant Alex would have to endure a couple of hours of painful rehabilitation exercises each morning to be able to function properly, but they said it would heal, but it would take around a year.
They assumed that when Nat had inadvertently beat Alex, he hit with such force that it caused the complications.
Alex leg and foot had finally healed and Alex had began to process of walking a little a bit. It was a month after the concert and Alex had been discharged. They spent one more night in Vancouver before they caught an early morning flight to New Orleans.
It was 5am and they had packed almost everything the night before.
"Morning Alex," Mr Wolff said as he gently shook Alex awake.
Alex fumbled around as he slowly woke up. He was not a morning person, and with the rehabilitation exercises he had to do he hated them even more.
Mr Wolff helped Alex do the exercises when Alex was awake enough to begin. He could see that they caused Alex immense amount of pain, but he didn't yell out. By the end of the exercises and Alex had begun crying, he usually did.
"I hate this, dad," Alex sobbed, feeling numb but still extremely sore.
The sun was up and it depressed Alex to think that he would have to do this for another year, and the side effects of the massive concussion left him exhausted well before dinner time and no one could say when this would end.
"I know Alex, but I think you are so strong and brave for doing it," Mr Wolff said tenderly giving Alex a hug.
It didn't take long before Alex was better, but always seemed to be the same. After two hours of the pain and Alex was usually feeling down, but he usually rebounded fairly quickly..
Nat and Abigail came in, they had awoken and got a bit of food for them to have on the shuttle to the airport. Simon and Paula and both returned to New York, but Simon called Alex everyday, he didn't feel that Alex had gotten everything off his chest, and he would stay on Alex's case for at least ten months.
Juanita had only returned to New York the day before. She felt a bit bad, she wanted to be by Alex's side the whole way.
"Morning Alex," Nat said to his brother, he felt nothing but guilt after all he was partially responsible for doing this to Alex.
"Hey Nat," Alex responded. He wasn't yet in the mood to be talkative.
"We got everything ready, so once Alex is dressed we can go," Abigail said softly.
Mr Wolff nodded.
"Do you need help or are you ok?" Mr Wolff asked quietly, sometimes Alex was in too much pain to dress himself, and although he found it a bit embarrassing sometimes his dad or Abigail would help him dress.
"I think I can manage," Alex said quietly.
"Ok, see you in a couple of minutes." Mr Wolff said with a slight smile.
Alex managed to dress himself without too much pain, and walked tenderly to the others.
They all went downstairs to the waiting shuttle and boarded it.
Hours later and they touched down in New Orleans, they were last off the plane, and Alex was feeling very stiff again, so Mr Wolff forced Alex to do another half an hour of the exercises, and thankfully the airline staff were very supportive.
The exercises were as painful as ever and Mr Wolff made a mental note to get Alex up and moving every three hours or less to stop Alex having to go through it again.
"Dad, why do I have to do these stupid exercises," Alex asked again as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
"So you can move. if you didn't you'd become bedridden and after a year it would be a lot more painful and tough than it is now," Mr Wolff explained once again, "I know it's painful but if anyone is strong enough to get through it, it would be you."
Alex groaned as they slowly walked into the busy terminal.