Concussion part 2

                                    

                                          
Bubba pov: 
The entire ride to chases house, my thoughts were full of guilt. I should have pulled out of the draft the minute I felt the vibration. Or maybe I should have said no we have to pit and just come down pit road. Then maybe my best friend wouldn't have a concussion.
Ryan's pov: 
The drive to chases house was silent everyone seemed deep in thought. In my brain I went over all the ways I could have done a better job and avoided the wreck, maybe it was my fault bubba wrecked to begin with, I was a little far down on the track, when his bumper hooked with mine it must have wrecked us. 
Chases pov:
The ride to my house was dead silent, both Ryan and Bubba were deep in thought. I was concerned, they both seemed to be thinking some dark upsetting thoughts cause both had frowns on their faces. I shrugged, they both have concussions it's not exactly like their gonna be happy. 
I pulled into my driveway and jumped out, I grabbed all the bags from the bed of the truck. I walked to the front door and opened it. I placed bubbas and Ryan's bags in the two guest rooms and then made my way to mine. 
Throwing my bad on the bed, I collapsed onto the bed. I knew I was in for a long week, I knew Ryan and Bubba were trying their best not to be a burden and I was the one who volunteered to do this but I've never really taken care of people before. 
I got up and walked slowly down the hallway, Ryan and Bubba were sitting on Ryan's bed talking, I paused out side of the door and listened. 
"I feel bad that he has to take care of us." Ryan said, 
"I know but he is the one who suggested it." Bubba replied. 
"True but I still feel kind of bad." Ryan said.
"Well don't cause I knew exactly what I was volunteering to do." I said walking into the room.
"Holy crap!" Ryan gasped, 
"Dude were you listening the entire time?" Bubba asked in shock. 
I laughed and sat down on the bed, "I'm glad to take care of you guys, I've said this in the past my house is always here if you ever need to crash for a bit, so shut up and just try and get better." I told them. "Now I'm going to go get fletch from my parents place, do NOT walk down the stairs, do NOT what so ever leave the house, and most importantly do NOT die." I instructed them.
"Yes dad." Ryan joked laughing. Bubba rolled his eyes.
Ryan pov:
20 minutes after chase left the front door opened and a bunch of thumping came from the stairs. Me and bubba were still on my bed, suddenly the door was pushed open and fletch came bounding in. He jumped up on the bed and ran circles around me and Bubba, barking.
I winced, my head was pounding and I was pretty sure bubbas was too. A few seconds later chase walked in. 
"Fletch, stop." He ordered, fletch immediately stopped barking and lay down next to me. I patted his head, "sorry he's just excited, I almost never have people at my house." Chase said laughing. 
"It's all good." I said,
"Wanna watch some movies?" Chase asked, I nodded,  
"Im good with it as long as it's not Star Wars, anything but Star Wars, I can literally quote it, like the entire series of movies." Bubba says dramatically. I pout as Chase laughs, I love Star Wars and every time me and bubba get together I always force him to watch it with me.
"Okay I won't force you guys to watch Star Wars but it better not be something sappy like the titanic or the notebook." I grumbled standing up. I sway a little as my vision blurs, Chase grabs my arm.
"Ryan?" He asks nervously, my vision starts to clear.
"I'm good, just a little dizzy." I told him, he nods. 
We walk down stairs and get settled on the couch, we decided to watch the wedding crashers. 
Chase pov: 
During the third movie, which was topgun maverick, I noticed that it was supper time, I paused the movie.
"Anyone interested in supper?" I asked, Ryan and Bubba shook their heads. "Seriously? Neither of you ate last night after the race or this morning or this afternoon because you weren't 'hungry', you know what I'm not giving you an option, you eating wether you like it or not." I said sternly and walked to the kitchen.