Did You Have A Nice Trip?
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Don was round at Charlie's place, helping him to clear out some of the junk from the garage so that he had a little more space to work. Don would have just thrown it all away but Charlie insisted that it was all useful stuff that he still needed, which was why they were carrying it up the stairs and then struggling up the ladder to the attic.
They had been hard at work for at least two hours now and they didn't have Alan to help them as he was away with some old friends of his. Don went back into the garage and picked up a very large box, deciding almost immediately after he had picked it up, that this was the last one he was moving before he was taking a well earned break.
He stumbled up the stairs, feeling with his feet where the next step was, as the box was so large, he couldn't see over it. He was almost at the top of the stairs, when he missed a step.
He felt himself leaning backwards, heard Charlie's shout, and then everything went black.
He woke up lying on the floor, with the fuzzy outline of Charlie leaning over him. He blinked and rubbed his eyes until Charlie's concerned face came into focus. He groaned and closed his eyes again, his head was pounding.
"What happened?" he groaned, opening his eyes for the second time.
"You hit your head when you fell down the stairs" Charlie whispered. "Let me go and get you some ice" he continued.
Charlie ran off to the kitchen and was back in seconds with a bag of frozen peas.
"Here, let me help you" he said, as Don struggled to sit up. Charlie gently held the bag of peas behind Don's head as he helped him to sit up.
A few second's later though, Don moved.
"Well, I can't sit here forever." He said, moving to stand up. Charlie took his arm to help him, but as he put weight on his left leg, he fell to the ground with a cry of pain, clutching his ankle.
"Don, what's wrong?" Charlie said, concern flooding his face, his big brown eyes filling with worry.
"It's nothing buddy, it's only my ankle" Don said, hoping to reassure Charlie. It didn't work.
"Let me have a look at it" Charlie said, his hands already at the bottom of Don's jeans.
Don's ankle was swollen and already starting to bruise. Charlie immediately knew what had happened.
"Don, you must have sprained your ankle when you fell down the stairs, you're gonna need to rest it."
"That means getting up and walking to the sofa doesn't it?"
"'fraid so" Charlie smiled sadly. He put his arm around his big brother's waist, and pulled him to his feet, Don trying to put as little weight on his ankle as possible. Charlie then helped Don to slowly hobble over to the sofa, putting the bag of peas he had been holding on Don's head, on his swollen ankle.
Don leant back on the cushions and closed his eyes, when Charlie said:
"Oi, Don. I never asked you, did you enjoy your trip?"
Don glared at Charlie and then both brothers began to laugh.
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