"Hey," A tousled- looking Luke appeared in the living room.

"Hey," Ryan was awake and blankly staring at an infomercial, Luke thought he looked like shit.

"You look like shit man,"

Ryan managed a small smile, "Thanks,"

"Welcome. Do you need anything?"

"Nah, I'm fine."

"Get any sleep?"

"Not really,"

"Wanna borrow my bed? I'm sure it's better than the couch." Luke decided not to mention that Summer was currently in his bed, but she could be moved if necessary.

"No thanks," Ryan didn't want to admit how much he was afraid a move like that would hurt.

"I figure we should wake everyone up soon, get this show on the road." Luke glanced out the window, and suddenly seemed to notice the blizzard whirling outside. "Has it been like that all night?"

"Yeah, newscaster said it's supposed to go for another day or two."

"Two?" Luke thought he might kill himself if he was really trapped here with Oliver for that much longer, and quite frankly, Ryan looked like he might actually keel over and die. "I was gonna make some breakfast, you hungry?" Luke was starving and couldn't remember the last time he had actually eaten anything.

"You can cook?" Ryan asked.

"Pancakes, sorta, I guess. I make them for my little brothers sometimes." For a moment Ryan's mind flashed to his memory of his older brother- who had never made him pancakes. He wondered what would have happened if he'd ever broken his leg like this back in his old life. He was pretty sure he'd be in a similar situation as this one, stranded and in pain on a couch but no one would be offering to make him pancakes. He felt another pang as he wished Kirsten were there with him, not that he knew what she would even be able to do for him, but he was sure she would somehow make him feel better.

"Hey guys," Marissa appeared in the living room, she bent down and gave Ryan a peck on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Not great," Ryan told her, he wanted her to feel a little guilty for the way she had been ignoring him.

"Can I get you anything? Water? Tylenol?" Ryan almost started to laugh, like Tylenol would do anything for the pain. The pills the doctor had given him barely did anything, and Marissa was offering him Tylenol.

Luckily, once again, Luke came to his rescue, "What are you retarded? He doesn't have a headache- he has a broken leg. What do you really think Tylenol will do?"

"Oliver said Tylenol helped him, so I thought…"

Luke snorted, "Whatever Marissa, I'm going to make pancakes."

"What's his problem," Marissa asked, sliding down on the couch, and cuddling up to Ryan, who tried not to gasp as she bumped against him.

"Could you not do that?" He asked.

"Fine," She got up and sat down on a chair, and glared at him, "You're not much fun when you're hurt."

"You mean unlike Oliver?"

"Well, yeah- he's hurt and he's not acting like everyone is out to get him, and pushing away the people who care about him."

"No, he's definitely not pushing you away, I can see that." Ryan seethed.

"Ryan, he's hurt just like you, but unlike you, he's not trying to get rid of me."

"I'm not trying to get rid of you, it just hurts when you jostle me like that." Ryan said, trying not to sound like he was whining. "Sorry I'm not a more enjoyable companion right now,"

"Well you could try not acting like the world's coming to end, that would be a start. It's hard to be around you when you're just lying there complaining every time someone so much as breathes on you. I think you really hurt Seth's feelings last night." Ryan didn't bother pointing out that he felt like he had done very little complaining considering the circumstances, what did Marissa want from him?

"I'm sorry, I'll try to forget my knee is broken and be better company," He told her sarcastically.

She missed the tone entirely and smiled, "Good!" Ryan sighed, but apparently Marissa felt like use she had punished him enough, because her next statement was surprisingly gentle. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"You know how when you hit your knee like against a table or something?"

She nodded sympathetically, "Yeah, it feels like that? That's always really painful."

"No, it feels like someone is repeatedly taking a sledgehammer to my leg."

"Oh… So I guess Tylenol really wouldn't do much…"

"No," Ryan said, glad she was finally starting to get it. And then right on cue, as if he had known he would find them together, Oliver appeared.

"Good morning everyone!" He announced, grinning broadly, "How's it going Ry?" And gave him a good strong pat on the back.

"Morning, Oliver…" Ryan said, between clenched teeth, ignoring the look Marissa gave him.