Kyle's POV
I watch as he carefully gets out of the truck, not letting it be lost on me when I saw the glance of pain on his face. This was not going to be a fun night at all.
"I got it," I tell him as he goes to reach back in for his backpack, which now had his firesuit inside, a bottle of pain killers, and other goodies from the hospital. I have to remember they're in there. I have to remember what pocket we put them in as seeing the look on his face, he is going to need them.
I watch as he goes up to the door, pulling his keys out of his pocket slowly. A deep breath escapes him, and it's clear each motion is bringing its own level of pain.
"Would you like me to do this for you?" I offer, my heart aching for him. He was already in enough pain. His emotions were probably already all over the place. I'm not going to stand back and let that bother him more.
"It's pretty sad when I can't even unlock a door easily," he comments, handing over the keys with ease. It was one thing to be in pain. It was another to admit how much that was, and be able to just hand control over. Fuck, he must be hurting significantly.
"Am I going to get pounced?" It seemed no matter how came over to the house, Finn had to offer them a famous meet-and-greet. If you passed the test, you were allowed inside. I hadn't come over to Alex's house a whole lot, but the times I had been over to his shop, I had grown used to it. I figured it was worth asking as better be prepared than get surprised.
"I think Finn likes you now." That was good to hear, as you're not top in Alex's books until his dogs approve. I figured I deserved a level of that respect with how our friendship was.
"Easy..." I comment as I open the door, seeing Finn trying to stick his nose out immediately. He then goes to jump up on Alex, to which I stop him in grabbing his paws to place on me instead. "No Finn, not tonight. Your daddy is pain."
"You can come cuddle with me buddy...." I have to say Finn has to be the best trained animal ever, as he didn't hesitate to run out the door while it was open as we both entered inside. I had already grabbed my car keys and locked the doors, knowing I probably wasn't going back to the car tonight. It was why I offered to brings the bags - grabbing mine and hiding it as I came inside. I was actually surprised he hadn't noticed yet. Maybe the morphine they came him at the hospital was still working.
"I'll let the dogs out - you focus on getting comfortable." I didn't quite want to tell him the arrangement yet - not knowing how he'd feel. Some people didn't like people they weren't with staying over. Some people didn't like to have someone tend to their every need. I mean, he is just going to sleep and he can move around so he'd probably be fine by himself. However, I couldn't let myself leave him to be alone. "I'll bring in a cold glass of water and the pills to your room, unless you want something different."
"You don't have to do that..." Alex then makes his way into the living room, and I could tell there were curse words being said under his breath the whole trip there to the recliner. "Besides, I'm sleeping out here tonight because when I laid down flat at the hospital, oh man..." I watch as he takes a series of deep breathes, and the comment I made about the morphine still having effect is probably a lie. You can see the pain written all over his face.
Finn and surprisingly Roscoe too were very co-operative in going outside in the yard where they needed to. Perhaps that's just how badly they had to go to the bathroom. They also didn't waste much time out there, perhaps both wanting to be with their daddy. I didn't even get a chance to say anything to Finn when he came in as he made a b-line to the living room, and I just hoped he was easy getting up with Alex. Sometimes a big dog can forget just how much they weigh.
Glancing at the dishes, I filled the water dish accordingly - knowing they probably got thirsty in the middle of the night like I would. I also found where Alex had the food up, putting some in their dish. I don't know their normal feeding schedule, but that's something he didn't need to be worrying about right now. He was in too much pain to even be having to do that.
It was at that point I grabbed the glass of water and pills, making my way out to where he sat. I don't want to admit it, but my heart sank as I saw him there, trying to get comfortable but unable to.
You could see the pillows were being thrown around. You could see that the pain was bothering him. Certainly the neck brace he was forced to wear tonight before seeing the doctor tomorrow was not helping issues, either.
"You were going to stay the night...." Alex comments, obviously having noticed the extra bag sitting alongside his. I should've hid it at least behind the furniture, or someone he'd not go bending to see where it was. I could only hold my breath at his reaction, but yet with how tender his voice felt, I already knew I made the right decision.
"You're in pain and moving around isn't easy for you right now," I offer, which was the full truth given the current situation. "I figured it'd be the best thing to do in case you need something, or something happens."
"Thank you, Kyle. I really appreciate that. You don't need to do tha-"
"You're not talking me out of it. I told Katelyn at the track."