Shane's eyes flung open as the recent event crept back into his memory. He looked over and saw Nate sitting next to him, he looked exhausted and very pale, but he grinned when he saw his brother.
"You're awake!" Shane exclaimed, they pulled each other in a tight hug much to Nate's displeasure. "The nurse said you weren't probably going to make it."
"Well, I'm here now aren't I?" He grinned.
"I was so worried…" Shane trailed off, deep in thought. "You wouldn't have happened to just walk over here with no injury below your waist now would you?" He suddenly questioned. Nate blinked.
"Uh, yeah, is that a problem?" Shane fell back into his pillow and huffed.
"I'm going to be stuck like this wheeling around in a wheelchair and then do some stuff that will teach me how to walk again."
"Tara said that you were lucky that you landed the way you did, if you were one centimeter off you would have broken your back and never would have walked ever again," Nate explained trying to lighten the mood.
"How did I land? And who's Tara?" He questioned.
"Apparently you were all twisted, and Tara is the nurse that was in here, she helped you back up the floors?"
"I never asked for her name, how rude," Shane muttered. He sat up and eased himself into the wheelchair.
"Where are you going?" Nate asked, standing up in case Shane needed assistance.
"I have to go and find her and apologize for my behaviour," he explained, wheeling off and stopping halfway across the room, grabbing his sides.
"Are you alright?" Nate asked, running over.
"Don't patronize me," he moaned, fingers clenched tight around the hospital gown.
"Sorry, do you need any help? You look like you get in a lot of pain when you try and wheel yourself around," Nate spoke solemnly; Shane opened one eyes and sighed.
"Sure you can, I'm sorry for yelling; ribs are really annoying me." Nate nodded and placed Shane's and his IV bag in Shane's lap and, with one arm as the other was in a sling, pushed Shane out of the doors.
"I hope this isn't another escape Shane Gray." The boys looked to their right and saw Tara standing there with her arms crossed.
"We were actually looking for you," Nate said, turning the wheelchair around so Shane could face her. She raised an eyebrow.
"Tara, I'm sorry for being rude, it's not in my nature to be a difficult person; I should be a more co-operative patient." Tara smiled and placed her hand on Shane's shoulder.
"It's alright Shane, all is forgiven. I was just coming in to see if you had woken up so I check on both of your progresses." The three then went back into the room, Shane popped himself back into his bed and Nate sat on his. She examined Nate first before proceeding to check on Shane.
"All this moving around and trying to wheel yourself has had it rough on your ribs hasn't it?" She question, Shane unconsciously grabbed his side and nodded. "I hope you know that if you do anything like that again we're going to have to give you a nasal oxygen tube to help settle you down," she spoke sternly, Shane sighed.
"Is that the tube thing that gets shoved in my nose?" He droned, not liking that idea.
"It's not exactly shoved in your nose, it's just placed there because your ribs are so badly broken that they've affected your lungs, but not in a serious way; but if you keep trying to get yourself in that wheel chair and wheel around, you'll feel like you've been winded and you have a difficult time breathing, and none of us want that." Shane groaned, he hated the thought of lying in the bed feeling useless while his brother got to walk around.
"Can't you just give it to me now and I can still move around?" He pleaded.
"Depends whether or not you want to go into surgery because one of your ribs punctured your lungs." Shane fell limp, a frown on his face.
"That's not fair," he huffed.
"Don't worry, to make you feel better, I'll stay in bed and not move around when you're awake," Nate promised.
"You don't have to," Shane grumbled.
"But I want to, I don't want to patronize you."
"And, for me Shane, please don't try and sit up and lay back down any more than you need to, I don't want that tube on you as much as you do." Shane rolled over and faced the wall opposite Tara; she looked down at her clipboard.
"Don't worry, as soon as he gets better or we find Jason, he'll be alright," Nate assured her.
"I hope so, he doesn't look like the person who likes to be tied down, metaphorically speaking," she murmured, "right, that's it for today, keep your fluids up and try to get as much rest as possible," Nate thanked her and she walked out the door.