After Tyler Ascended, his body had given up on him, and he collapsed into a heap on the floor; it was the last thing he remembered happening before the pain became unbearable and he passed out from it.

The next thing he was conscious of was the feeling of his three brothers near him, and he was suffocated by their Power and how strong it was with emotion. This new heightened sense of the Power around him was a blessing and a curse—it was a comfort to feel it, but if he didn't get some air soon, he was pretty sure he would implode.

"If you guys don't stop worrying..." Tyler grumbled out, his eyes still closed and his mind still foggy, "I think I might kill you."

He heard a laugh and felt Reid's worry fade instantly, a sigh of relief and Caleb's Power was at a normal level, a soft thud as Pogue fell into a chair and his Power also stabilized.

"Thank you," Tyler sighed and slowly opened his eyes to stare up at the dark ceiling of Caleb's room. He only shifted slightly, but the movement had all of his muscles protesting in agony and making him let out a groan.

"Welcome back to the real world," Reid greeted with usual cocky tone, and Tyler could feel the smirk in his words before he turned to see it.

"How long was I out for?" Tyler rasped out, his voice not completely healed from the screaming he had done on his birthday.

"Two whole days. Caleb was ready to take you to the hospital," Pogue answered and took a seat next to Tyler on the bed. "You feeling okay?"

"I feel..." Tyler closed his eyes and really thought about it, "Like shit."

Caleb laughed, and Tyler felt the oldest Son's hand in his hair, ruffling it before running his fingers through it soothingly. "Yeah, that's how you're supposed to feel."

Tyler grunted and used all of his effort to roll onto his stomach to get comfortable.

He was ready to sleep for another two days.