The following week was full of ups and downs. Some days were good, others not so much. The bad days were mostly full of fights. Each day Clay felt better, and as a result, started trying to do more things on his own. Things he technically shouldn't be doing yet. Jason tried to be sympathetic but he had been given strict orders from the doctor not to let him do too much too soon and Clay was definitely pushing the bar too soon in Jason's eyes.

Jason had to pick his battles carefully. He was glad Clay was feeling well enough to start doing things on his own but he had a doctor's appointment in two days and Jason was going to be damned if the reason Clay couldn't get the cast's off yet was because he let him push it too far.

"Will you please lay down?" Jason said to Clay, as he watched Clay hobble into the kitchen. "Whatever you need I can get for you."

Clay rolled his eyes. He was tired of being stuck in a bed. Tired of being told to lay down. Tired of having to rely on people to get him whatever he needed. "I'm fine. I just wanted a drink. I'm perfectly capable of doing that on my own. You don't have to keep babying me."

"I'm not babying you Clay. You have a doctor's appointment in two days. TWO! Do you want to be stuck here longer? Cause at the rate you're going, once they do those x-rays, those casts are going right back on and you'll be right back here, more miserable than you are now." Jason was trying to control his temper but it was getting harder and harder to do as the days went on. This doctor's appointment couldn't come soon enough.

Clay finished getting his drink and then hobbled back to his room and shut the door. There was no point in arguing, he knew Jason was right and was just looking out for him. It was just so frustrating.

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Once the day of Clay's appointment arrived, both Jason and Clay seemed to be in good moods. They were both going in to the appointment trying to be optimistic but Jason was a little cautious. He didn't want Clay to get his hopes up about getting the casts removed and it not happen. He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle grumpy, mopey Clay and receiving any sort of bad news today would definitely result in that.

"You ready yet?" Clay asked. He was beginning to get antsy waiting for Jason.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Jason said as he grabbed the keys. He pushed Clay in the wheelchair out to his truck and helped him in. It was so much easier getting him in the truck now that Clay was able to get in practically on his own. He noticed the slight hesitation on Clay's face but decided to ignore it.

Jason walked around to the driver's side and hopped in. He looked over at Clay who had his eyes closed. "You good?" Jason asked.

"Yeah." Clay mumbled. It was entirely convincing.

"You know it's normal right? To not be a fan of the car after an accident, especially one as bad as yours was." Jason said trying to help relax Clay.

"I just… I don't know. How long is it going to be like this?" Clay unintentionally said out loud.

"I'm sorry. I can't answer that question man but I'll do whatever I have to do to help you get over it, even if that means driving all the way across the country and back. You will get over it though. I promise." Jason was sincere. He would drive that kid around constantly until he no longer tensed up at the smallest bump in the road.

"Thanks Jason. For everything. Now enough of this sappy shit. We have a doctor's appointment to get to." Clay smiled, putting on a brave face for Jason.

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Jason waited in the waiting room while Clay was getting his x-rays done. He was trying to be patient but that wasn't working out so well. He kept standing up from his chair and walking laps around the room, occasionally striking up a small conversation with some of the other people in the room.

He knew there was a pretty high chance that Clay was going to get his casts off, but there was still that slight chance that he wouldn't and that's what scared Jason. He didn't know how much more laying around Clay could handle. He was already climbing at the walls out of boredom. And as much as Jason didn't mind taking care of him, he was ready for Clay to go home, and he was pretty confident that Clay felt the same way.

After what felt like forever, Jason saw Clay and his doctor walking towards the waiting room. Jason couldn't help but smile. "Well look who's officially allowed to be on two feet." Jason joked.

"Minimally." The doctor added. "He'll be in the walking boot and the wrist brace for a few more weeks but he is allowed to start doing a little more on his own. Just continue keeping an eye on him and don't let him overdue it still. He will have physical therapy a few times a week to help speed up the process. We did also do x-rays on the neck. It's healing nicely and honestly a little quicker than we anticipated. He still has to keep the brace on though, but we set up his next appointment for 4 weeks from today and by then he might possibly be able to take it off here and there but we will discuss that more as the time gets closer."

"That's great news." Jason said, noticing the first real smile on Clay's face since the accident happened. "You ready to go home?" Jason asked Clay.

"Wait. Like home home?" Clay asked.

"Yes like home home." Jason smiled back. "Someone will be there with you constantly to help out and make sure you don't overdo it, but I think it's time."

Clay had a huge smile on his face. "I didn't think you were ever going to let me leave." He joked.

On the way to Clay's apartment they stopped by Jason's to get Clay's things. It was also part of Jason's plan to keep Clay in the car longer to help him overcome his vehicle anxiety. Jason could already tell Clay was starting to relax a little more. Nowhere near was comfortable, but he getting there.

Once all of Clay's things were gathered they headed over to his apartment. Clay was glad he lived somewhat close because he had seriously spent more than enough time in the car and he was ready to get out of it.

"Leave the stuff in the car. I'll come back and get it once I help you up the stairs." Jason said to Clay as they pulled up to his apartment.

Clay and Jason slowly made their way up the steps. Once Clay unlocked the door and opened it he was surprised to see all of Bravo and its support staff inside. A big welcome home banner hung banner hung from the ceiling. His fridge and pantry were entirely restocked and every single piece of furniture… bubble wrapped.

"You guys are seriously the best." Clay laughed "but was the bubble wrap really necessary?"

"Just a precaution. We don't want you breaking yourself any more than you already did." Sonny joked.

"What's this we!? This was all your idea Sonny." Lisa chimed in, also laughing.

"Don't act like you're innocent here little miss! You know damn well you enjoyed wrapping some shit up. You all did!" Sonny tried defending himself causing the entire group to laugh.

They all hung out for a few hours, discussing who was going to stay at Clay's and when, who was going to take him to physical therapy and his doctor's appointments.

Davis had organized a nice little calendar which labeled who was staying when. It even included some of the wives in case a mission came up, since they were all due to report back soon.

This was definitely one of the hardest things he has ever dealt with in his life, but his team, his family, all made it that much more bearable. Because of that he made it his personal mission to make their stays at his place as best as it could be. He knew they were doing him a huge favor and that was something that Clay would forever be grateful for.

I know this wasn't my best chapter but I still hope you enjoyed it. One more chapter to go!