Ryan closed his eyes to block out the spots that were invading his vision. He was settled into the back seat of the Lexus and Kirsten was beside him glancing at him often.
"I'm fine." Ryan stated softly.
"Of course you are." Kirsten replied sarcastically. "You've just been rushed to the hospital to have a shard of glass removed and a blood transfusion. Then when you're leaving, your formally abusive father decides this was the perfect time to push the issue of you forgiving him for his past and letting him be a father to you. Why wouldn't you be fine? Now I can see that you're in pain, and from the way you're swaying that you feel dizzy. How dizzy are you? Do you feel like you're going to pass out? When can you take the pain medication again?"
Ryan took a moment to reply.
"You'd better answer The Kirsten man." Seth declared from the front. "A SHARD of glass – Dude that's the word I was looking for earlier!" Seth exclaimed triumphantly.
"Trust me son, the hormonal version is the most-scary of all." Sandy informed them, giving Seth a strange look.
"Boys, shut-up." Kirsten ordered sternly and watched in internal glee as both Cohen men turned their eyes to the road and sat up straighter in their seats. She glanced at Ryan who was looking back at her slightly fearfully.
"I jerked the wound when Frank grabbed me, and I'm seeing spots. Its better when I keep my eyes closed. I don't feel like I'm going to pass out anymore." Ryan rattled off quickly. "I can't take another pain killer for three hours."
"When we get home, I'm going to check the wound and make sure you didn't pull out any stitches." Kirsten announced. "Then you're going to change into your bed clothes and take a nap until it's time for your next pill OK?"
"Yeah." Ryan replied softly.
"Good. And you're going to let Sandy and Seth help you to the guest room. I'm pretty sure that the pool house probably has some broken glass and we'll need to get that cleaned up before you can reclaim it." Kirsten instructed.
There was a feeling of relief as the Cohen's pulled into their driveway. The house looked just like they left it. They slowly got out of the car, Seth and Sandy both helping an exhausted Ryan up the stairs. Kirsten opened the door and watched her three men shuffle in slowly. It wasn't until she saw Sandy's devastated face that she realized anything was wrong. She turned and gasped at the sight of the roof lying in the living room floor. The arches were cracked and crumbling like an ancient Roman ruin.
"Oh my God." Sandy muttered.
Ryan and Seth were silent as they took in the destruction. Seth started to say something, but he was distracted when Ryan suddenly sagged against him. "Dad!" He shouted, wrapping both arms around his unconscious brother.
Sandy helped him lower Ryan to the floor. "Ryan? Ryan can you hear me? Wake up son!" Sandy shouted, lightly tapping Ryan's cheek.
Ryan groaned and slowly turned his head to avoid the next tap.
"That's it son, open your eyes." Sandy urged as Kirsten and Seth watched on anxiously.
The three were relieved to see Ryan's eyes flutter open. "What happened?" He slurred softly.
"You passed out on us." Sandy explained. "We've got to get you somewhere you can lie down."
"Here's obviously not going to work." Seth muttered.
"I think we might need to find a hotel for now." Kirsten suggested.
"We may have trouble finding a room." Sandy pointed out.
"Then where do you suggest?" Kirsten asked.
"Julie offered if we couldn't stay here." Sandy replied. "And I don't think it would be good to keep Ryan waiting while we see if we can find a place to stay."
Kirsten sighed and nodded.
"Um, not to put a damper on the collective reasoning occurring here, but what about Frank?" Seth pointed out.
"We'll deal if we have to, but Ryan needs to rest." Sandy stated as he motioned for Seth to help him lift the semi-conscious young man.
Several minutes and a couple of near missteps later, they were back in the car headed to the Roberts-Cooper-soon-to-be-Cohen residence.