The Salazars had too been busy. As Claudia had prepared the food they had finally arrived back home. With the help of Pedro and Lais, they finally had Jack back into the house. Lais suggested they put him in his own place, but Ramon sternly wanted Jack in the house, where he could be treated properly. He thought that the nicer they were, the faster he would heal, although he still knew it was going to be a long process.
They moved him in through the patio of a large room on the ground floor. It had a grand patio, along with a luxury king sized bed, and an adjourning bathroom. The men softly placed Jack on top of the grey covers, and he left out a cry of pain. Hector noticed he was literally drenched in sweat. He turned to Ramon.
"I think we've hurt him while moving him. I'll go get the stuff from the hospital."
Ramon nodded his approval, and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching Jack closely. His heart was pounding in his chest, he felt guilty about what had happened, it wasn't his fault and he didn't deserve what had happened. He realised that for the first time in his life he cared from somebody's well being, other than blood relations. He silently questioned himself, 'does this mean I have a conscience, that I'm human?' He thought. Quickly he pushed the thought out of his mind, 'no that's not true,' he though, 'I'm so much more than a human being.'
Hector emerged through the door with the big duffel bag and a few other things. Together they managed to get the I.V back into Jack's arm, after a few attempts. They weren't actually sure why they needed it, but did so anyway, seen as the nurse had told them to. Ramon then injected the things the nurse told him to into the I.V., and lastly the morphine.
After an hour they thought they were finished with him, and they were debating on weather leaving the patio open or not. He may get cold with it open, but he was sweating, which would suggest he was hot. After a few minutes worth of debating Ramon grabbed a fan and turned it on. He was angry with himself for stressing over such small details, over somebody, in general.
Lais came back into the room with one of the radios. He had taped the speak button down, so they could hear anything that happened inside the room. If Jack needed help, they would hear him, and be able to sort everything out. Both Ramon and Hector carried another radio, on the same channel as Jack's was.
Once they were certain they could finally leave Jack, Hector turned to Ramon, guilt may as well have been written across his forehead in ink, his face said it all.
"I'm sorry about all of this Ramon, I never wanted to cause this."
Ramon nodded at him, he understood how it was when you couldn't control your temper, it happens, he thought, but he still wanted Hector to learn his lesson, he had cost Ramon his greatest asset.
"Don't apologise to me Hector, it's him who needs to know."
With that he grasped his large arm around Hectors shoulders as he led him out of the room.
"Come on, lets get something to eat."
With that they left the room, as Jack still slept.