Ryan and the rest of the Cohen's pulled up at their house. "Home
sweet home." Sandy said as they pulled into the driveway.
Kirsten turned around to face Ryan. "Are you happy to be home?"
Ryan looked at the huge house that he had been calling home for the last few months. "Yeah, its good to be home."
"Really? I mean you aren't going to miss the no cable, sharing a room with a complete stranger, and the delicious hospital food?" Seth asked.
Ryan made a face, remembering the barely eatable food he had been forced to live off of for the past week. "Surprising as it may sound, I am really looking forward to your mom's cooking."
"Hey, what do you mean 'surprisingly' ?" Kirsten asked defensively.
"The boy's got a point, Kirsten." Sandy said with a smile.
Kirsten playfully punched her husband in the arm. "Well maybe I will order some food from the hospital cafeteria since you liked it so much."
Seth leaned up in his seat. "Would you? I mean would you really mom?"
"Oh just be quiet and help me unload Ryan's suitcase." Kirsten said as she opened the car door.
"Uh, I can do that." Ryan said as he unbuckled his seat belt.
"Uh uh." Sandy said shaking his head. "No, you remember what the doctor said, no lifting anything heavy for the next few weeks. And by the way that Kirsten packs, I'm guessing that bag she packed you ways a ton."
Kirsten rolled her eyes. "What is this pick on Kirsten Cohen day." She started to head to the door. "I am going to go make dinner for anyone who wants it."
After dinner Ryan sat on his bed in the pool house. He was trying to take off his shirt but having the hardest time on account his left arm hurt so much when he moved it. There was a knock on the door and Seth walked in eating a ice cream bar.
"Hey, uh what are you doing buddy?" He asked watching Ryan try to take off his shirt and keep his left arm still at the same time. It would have been funny if it weren't hurting his friend so much.
Ryan kept trying to pull the shirt off. "I'm trying to get this damn thing off."
Seth gave Ryan a sympathetic look. "Here let me give you a hand with that."
Seth put his ice cream bar down and went over to sit by Ryan. "So here's the plan. You move like this." He said positioning one of Ryan's arms. "And I will do this." Two seconds later they had the shirt off, revealing a huge bandage over he left side of his chest.
"Thanks." Ryan said.
"Oh and Ryan, this never happened. You know, me helping you get undressed."
"Never happened."
Seth grabbed his ice cream bar. "And I'm sorry, but if you need help taking your pants off, I just won't go there, you will have to call Marissa to help with that."
Ryan looked way and sighed.
"You haven't seen her yet?" Seth asked
"I haven't seen or talked to her since the accident."
"She came to see you once but,"
"I was too drugged to even remember." Ryan finished Seth's sentence.
"I'm sure she wanted to see you, I just don't think she could bring herself to do so."
"Yeah, I know. I don't blame her."
Seth felt sorry for Ryan, he really missed his girlfriend. "Hey do you want to watch TV or something, we could catch John Stewart?"
"Uh no. I think I'm going to pass. I'm really beat, I'm going to hit the sack." Ryan said after looking at the clock.
"Ok, I'll see you in the morning."
Seth left the pool house. When he left Ryan noticed that Seth left his ice cream bar sitting on the table. "Seth," He said as he picked it up and walked it over to the trash can. As he was about to throw it away he heard the door to the pool house open.
"I was just about to throw your ice cream away."
"What?" Said a voice that most definitely didn't belong to Seth.
Ryan turned around, still holding the melting ice cream bar. "Marissa."
Kirsten turned around to face Ryan. "Are you happy to be home?"
Ryan looked at the huge house that he had been calling home for the last few months. "Yeah, its good to be home."
"Really? I mean you aren't going to miss the no cable, sharing a room with a complete stranger, and the delicious hospital food?" Seth asked.
Ryan made a face, remembering the barely eatable food he had been forced to live off of for the past week. "Surprising as it may sound, I am really looking forward to your mom's cooking."
"Hey, what do you mean 'surprisingly' ?" Kirsten asked defensively.
"The boy's got a point, Kirsten." Sandy said with a smile.
Kirsten playfully punched her husband in the arm. "Well maybe I will order some food from the hospital cafeteria since you liked it so much."
Seth leaned up in his seat. "Would you? I mean would you really mom?"
"Oh just be quiet and help me unload Ryan's suitcase." Kirsten said as she opened the car door.
"Uh, I can do that." Ryan said as he unbuckled his seat belt.
"Uh uh." Sandy said shaking his head. "No, you remember what the doctor said, no lifting anything heavy for the next few weeks. And by the way that Kirsten packs, I'm guessing that bag she packed you ways a ton."
Kirsten rolled her eyes. "What is this pick on Kirsten Cohen day." She started to head to the door. "I am going to go make dinner for anyone who wants it."
After dinner Ryan sat on his bed in the pool house. He was trying to take off his shirt but having the hardest time on account his left arm hurt so much when he moved it. There was a knock on the door and Seth walked in eating a ice cream bar.
"Hey, uh what are you doing buddy?" He asked watching Ryan try to take off his shirt and keep his left arm still at the same time. It would have been funny if it weren't hurting his friend so much.
Ryan kept trying to pull the shirt off. "I'm trying to get this damn thing off."
Seth gave Ryan a sympathetic look. "Here let me give you a hand with that."
Seth put his ice cream bar down and went over to sit by Ryan. "So here's the plan. You move like this." He said positioning one of Ryan's arms. "And I will do this." Two seconds later they had the shirt off, revealing a huge bandage over he left side of his chest.
"Thanks." Ryan said.
"Oh and Ryan, this never happened. You know, me helping you get undressed."
"Never happened."
Seth grabbed his ice cream bar. "And I'm sorry, but if you need help taking your pants off, I just won't go there, you will have to call Marissa to help with that."
Ryan looked way and sighed.
"You haven't seen her yet?" Seth asked
"I haven't seen or talked to her since the accident."
"She came to see you once but,"
"I was too drugged to even remember." Ryan finished Seth's sentence.
"I'm sure she wanted to see you, I just don't think she could bring herself to do so."
"Yeah, I know. I don't blame her."
Seth felt sorry for Ryan, he really missed his girlfriend. "Hey do you want to watch TV or something, we could catch John Stewart?"
"Uh no. I think I'm going to pass. I'm really beat, I'm going to hit the sack." Ryan said after looking at the clock.
"Ok, I'll see you in the morning."
Seth left the pool house. When he left Ryan noticed that Seth left his ice cream bar sitting on the table. "Seth," He said as he picked it up and walked it over to the trash can. As he was about to throw it away he heard the door to the pool house open.
"I was just about to throw your ice cream away."
"What?" Said a voice that most definitely didn't belong to Seth.
Ryan turned around, still holding the melting ice cream bar. "Marissa."
