Seth's POV
"Hi, Seth, ready to take off these casts?" Dr. Mitchel questions, and I nod.
He begins cutting off the casts on my ankle, and arm, before removing the one around my neck. I breathe in relief, as the plaster leaves my body. He lifts my ankle, and arm inspecting them.
"Do you have any pain?" He asks, and I shake my head.
He removes the bandage around my ribs, and I exhale sharply. I felt a bit more free already.
"We have to perform scans, and then you'll be done." He says.
They bring me into the screening room, and perform a whole body scan. I'm wheeled back into the hospital room, where I await results. Dean and Roman are allowed inside, and they immediately overwhelm me with kisses.
"How was it, baby?" Roman asks.
"It felt uplifting." I reply.
"That's great, love." Dean says, kissing my forehead.
"Hi, Seth, Dean, and Roman." Dr. Mitchel says.
"Hello," I say, clutching Roman's hand.
"Seth, I've prescribed a few pills for pain and you'll need therapy for your arm." He says, and I nod.
"Okay." Roman says.
"You'll need to return in two more weeks, after your therapy for one last check up." Doc continues.
"Thank you." I say, and he hands me my x-rays.
Roman's POV
"Do you want me to carry you?" I ask Seth, and he shakes his head.
"I want to attempt walking." He says.
He holds onto our shoulders, and unsteadily walks to the front door, before giving up. I hoist him off the ground, and carry him to the car. I place him into the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt. Dean pecks me, before getting into the backseat. I get into my seat, and start driving us home.
"Now that I'm able to move more, let's go camping." Seth says.
"Sethie, you're out of your mind!" I say, chuckling.
I glance at him, and his expression is serious.
"You're not joking?" I question, and he shakes his head.
"I would love to do that, baby." Dean says.
"Kiss up." I mutter under my breath.
"Pay attention to the road, baby." Dean says sarcastically.
"We're home." Seth shouts, as I park the car.
We get into the room, after much hassle. I place Seth down on the couch, and shake my tired arms.
"My arms are dead." I whine, sitting on Dean's lap.
"I'm not heavy!" Seth replies.
"Baby, is he heavy?" I ask Dean, while I turn to face him.
"Kinda, he hasn't worked out in a while." Dean whispers, wrapping my legs around him properly.
"Fuck y'all!" Seth shouts.
"Damn, baby, you don't need to tell the entire complex that you want to do that." I say, a blush rising to Seth's cheek.
"Roman!" He groans.
"You want the same thing." Dean says seductively, and I hit him in his chest.
"Shut up, Deanie." I say.
