"It's alright," John said, patting Cole's shoulder. Since Shane wasn't in the room - not that John would have much cared anyway - he turned to Rosalie. "Sweetheart, if you don't want to be alone tonight, you're welcome to stay with me."
Giving her a small smile, he leaned against the arm of the couch, waiting for Shane to reappear. When he did, with the ironing board, John pushed off the couch. "Right, let's wedge that underneath Cole and scoot him on. Rosalie, would you get a pillow or two for us so we can keep his knee elevated."
Grabbing one of the ends of the ironing board, he helped Shane to get it under Cole's body. He gently pushed Cole around, tugging him on to the board until his body was pretty much centered, then glanced at Rosalie. "Got that pillow yet, sweetheart?"