With the bag of ice, you lay down on the bed, and place it on your chest, as if you became overweight from the impact your organs had suffered the other night. Of course, you spent 2 hours in your bedroom with the bag of ice on your chest, then all of a sudden you spotted the door opening, meaning that someone was coming in.
"Are you in here, Noah?" Sasha asks. "Mom wants us in the living room to play a board game, and-" your cousin stops her sentence when she found you on the bed with the bag of ice on your stomach. "Why is there a bag of ice on your chest?" You get up, and explain that you woke up in pain, while trying to get ready for the day. "Oh my," Sasha comments. "That must've been a hard time for you. Well, luckily I know just what can heal you. I'm sure Mom can wait on the board game she wants us to join in."