He rummaged through the bag remembering the numbing creme and pulled it out. After a quick attempt to read the instructions along its base before realising they were printed in some other language he unscrewed the delicate top gently. He pulled his waistband down and ripped the pad off before squeezing the clear gel like material from its container onto his fingers. He rubbed it over the wound gently and then added even more, coating not just the marked areas but the entire surrounding area as well. He then carefully put a fresh sterile pad over it and then placed the things back into the bag.
He waited a moment to let it sink in as he reached out for the stick, grasping it in his hand, the front door now open before him. He would only have to take a step out of the door, down the three steps and over to the car. Maybe 3 foot in total, not a long distance. Despite this he was still scared, and so to procrastinate he once again went through his pockets to check he had everything. Keys, wallet, phone. All he needed. Realising there was nothing to be waiting for he took a deep breath and stood on his feet, holding his weight on the hand which was grasping the stick, his other holding onto the door, squeezing both tight enough to pull the life out of them.
He held his breath and repeatedly squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to take a step. The pain was already unbearable but as he hobbled across to the steps it became too much and he felt himself falling, then the hard connection with the ground, where he was unable to keep his cry of pain inside. He laid still on the floor taking deep and frantic breaths as he tried to control the pain, and himself. He pushed himself from the ground slightly and could see he was not far from the car now. He reached out once more for the small black bag and threw it over to the car and watched as it landed by the wheel.
He then crawled slowly towards the small back car using one hand to claw at the ground, the other one was protectively strewn across his broken ribs which were now wailing at him. At least the gel had partially worked, he thought, as the wound itself hadn't been aggravated too much, it was only the bone that now hurt. It seemed like forever until he reached the car, fishing the keys from his pocket and pressing the button - automatically the doors to unlocked. He opened the car door with an outstretched hand and then grabbed the frame at the side and held on tightly as he began pulling himself up; his other hand still secured around his ribs. It seemed to take forever to pull himself into the drivers seat, his first two attempts failing before gathering a final burst of energy to pull himself in and slam the door in satisfaction.
He leaned his head back against the head rest and closed his eyes, thankful for the chance to stop moving. He felt exhausted, his body was aching all over and he realised he was sweating for his efforts. He flipped the visor down and studied himself in the mirror. He didn't look too bad. Yes he was sweating, and yes he did have a few big scabs visible through his hair on the side of his head, which the bandages had failed to cover. At least his head wound was healing, it was better than nothing. He had big bags under his eyes and a few fading bruises near his swollen area, the same place as the scabs. He didn't look too good, but given the situation, he realised he could be a whole lot worse.
He closed his eyes once more, preparing himself for the ride. It was going to be at lest an hour and all he wanted to do was crawl back to bed and sleep. Well, he'd rather sleep right there in the car, he didn't want to think about getting back inside once his trip was over. He rubbed his hands through his hair and wound down the window, hoping that a cool breeze would keep him awake. The last thing he needed was to fall asleep at the wheel and crash, which would ruin the whole set up he had going on. He fiddled with the keys a moment longer, slotted the right one into the engine and started the car up. In a few minutes he was on the road, and despite the pain he was met with from the pressure of his feet on the pedals, he finally felt relaxed. Free of the Salazar's for a few hours.