Alex smiled back before resting his head back against the rest, closing his eyes as Kat started driving. The movement made him feel a bit queasy, which was not good at all on top of everything else.
After stopping at the pharmacy, Alex was glad when they got to the house. As Kat took Peyton inside, Kyle, who it seemed had been waiting, opened the door and helped him out. He grit his teeth, and once he was on his feet, they began moving toward the house, Kyle supporting him.
Just as they reached the door, taking the steps one at a time, Kat came out, and they managed to get inside. Alex looked at the stairs upstairs, worried about getting up there, but instead, they went to the guest bedroom.
"Oh God," he groaned as he lay back on the bed, the pain screaming through him. "Who knew that cracked ribs would hurt like such a son of a bitch."