Frank Poncherello sat on the couch trying to relax. It was hard to find a comfortable position without bothering his injuries. He had a few broken ribs, a broken arm, a dislocated knee, and a slight concussion that was making him feel a little dizzy at times if he moved too fast.
He was trying to ignore everything and wait for Jon who was supposed to be coming over. Ponch was slowly recovering. His knee was almost better but still a little sore, his arm was the same way. His ribs just hurt like crazy if only he could stop moving so much and bumping into everything!
Soon there was a knock on the door, Ponch would've loved to answer, but because he finally found a comfortable position he wasn't moving. "Come in!"
Someone messed with the doorknob for a while not able to open it. Ponch was wondering what was wrong, and suddenly grew worried. Comfortable or not if that was Jon and he was in trouble Ponch needed to help.
He got off the couch and hobbled over to the door, he opened it and Jon fell right into Ponch.
"Ahhh!" Ponch cried out in pain. He tossed Jon aside onto the floor and rather pathetically tried to get up without hurting himself more. It was a failed attempt because by the time he was standing he did not feel so great.
"Jon Baker, what is your problem!?"
Jon just moaned slightly.
"Jon?" Ponch asked.
Jon dropped the bottle of Mt. Dew in his hand. Ponch picked it up. "What are you drinking? It's not really Mt. Dew is it?" he unscrewed the lid and sniffed it. Ponch made a face. "Eww that smells horrible! Jon that's not Mt. Dew…"
Jon just stared at Ponch with wide eyes. He wasn't saying a word.
Ponch was getting a little freaked out and worried. He helped Jon to his feet and got him to the car. Jon was going to the doctor.