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(Having spent two whole days under the watchful eye of his Grandparents, Frankie was relieved to get out of the house. Under the special circumstance he could understand why his family wanted him in their company at all times but at the same time he was growing irritable with the smothering)
(Frankie was not too dissimilar to his brothers when it came to his independent nature and he found himself counting down the minutes until his first therapy session at the hospital which Joe had promised to take him to)
"I didn't know where to look." Frankie laughed as he and Joe trotted down the hallway in the direction of the ICU. His therapy session had gone quite smoothly, he was very stiff from his elbow up to his shoulder but that was to be expected. His therapist had given him a report card which he had to fill out on a day-to-day basis, basically keeping a note of what exercises he was doing at home and how often he was doing them.
"Frankie." Joe shook his head, smiling at his little brother's enthusiastic description of his therapist.
"I couldn't stop laughing." Frankie laughed as they rounded the corner into the ICU. Joe quickly hushed him by putting his finger to his lips, "Sorry." Frankie apologized as they made their way past the nurse's station.
(Nick had been in the ICU for a whole week now with little discussion of a transfer. With Nick being a diabetic his recovery was a little pricklier, there were more complications and the general pace was much slower)
"Nick!" Frankie's ten year old self shot forward when he saw his older brother was awake and sat up in bed. Kevin and Dani were in the room with him, leaving the small room quite full. Denise and Paul were in the waiting room with Fran and Jerry, Big Rob was with them too.
"Hey!" Nick's tiredness was evident in his voice, his speech could be described as lazy and his posture was kind of awkwardly slouched over.
(Frankie came right up to Nicks bedside and leaned heavily against the side guards, and without meaning to, he jostled the bed and Nick in it)
"Ahhh!" Nick cried out, bringing his hand up to rest at his chest, even the smallest movements pained him.
"Frankie!" Kevin stood up and grabbed Frankie gently, minding his shoulder, and pulled him away from Nick's bed. Frankie looked crest-fallen when he saw he had caused Nick pain and Danielle stood up to give him a hug.
"It's okay Frankie, Nick just finished therapy and he's a little sore still." She explained and Frankie pulled away, he turned to Nick with a face full of sorrow.
"I'm sorry Nick." He said sheepishly and Nick smiled despite his pain.
"Its fine, it doesn't hurt anymore." Both Kevin and Joe could see Nick was still in some pain but they let it drop for Frankie's benefit.
