"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Kirsten asked. They were finally home from the hospital and Ryan was settled comfortably in the pool house with a stack of comics, a tv, video games, and his cell phone and specific instructions to call the house if he needed anything and Kirsten would come running. She wanted to stay and hover, but Ryan was clearly exhausted and ready to get some serious sleep.
Kirsten helped take him take his pain medication, accompanied him to the bathroom- to Ryan's chagrin, although at she waited outside, and then helped him back into bed. The brace was uncomfortable, running from the top of his though, all the way down his leg, and even encasing his foot, complete immobilization, and he did feel a bit better. Although that might have been the pills talking. He was definitely looking forward to a long uninterrupted sleep. His eyes sliding shut the moment his head hit the pillow.
Around dinner time, Kirsten decided Ryan needed to eat something and went out to the pool house to ask Ryan what he wanted. He was still asleep, but his face looked relaxed. She felt bad waking him, but pain medication plus an empty stomach was asking for trouble.
"Hey," She knelt on the bed, and gently brushed his blonde hair off his forehead.
His hazy blue eyes slowly opened and he looked up Kirsten, "Hi,"
"Did you get some rest?"
He nodded and looked around , "What time is it?"
"It's already 8pm. I thought you might like some dinner." Ryan started to shake his head, but Kirsten interrupted, "I'm not asking, I'm telling." Ryan smiled slightly, it felt good to be home and have Kirsten taking care of him, even though all he really wanted to sleep.
"What's for dinner?" He asked obligingly.
"I have some left over Chinese, how does lo mein sound?"
"Sounds delicious," Ryan said.
"Alright, I'll be right back. Do you need anything from the house? Water? Juice? More comics?"
"Uhmm… water?"
"Alright," Kirsten kissed his forehead, then headed back to the house. While Ryan liked, or at least appreciated, the attention, it was still awkward to be waited on, although it was better than being alone on the couch with only the barest offers of assistance, although Luke had been great. But still, he didn't like having to rely on Luke, it wasn't Luke's job to take care of him. Well, it wasn't really Kirsten's either... Maybe it should have been Seth and Marissa, that would have seemed more appropriate. But Marissa... Why...