Ryan Wolfe -- Keratitis

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Having just returned from the premises of the doctor, Ryan cursed. His eye wasn't getting any better, apparently, and he would have to take even more antibiotics. Or else; his job would be lost, and he would have to live the rest of his life blind. He sighed, knowing that he would have another appointment with a different doctor a few hours later.

Horrible little experience, that nail digging into his eye, and the way he had reacted when the agent accused him of keratitis. Since then, he had been trying his best to get it better. Unfortunately, his vision was still blurred.

Hazy.

He sat on the chairs, his back hunched and his head hidden due to the fact his hands were folded and on his knees, and his forehead in turn was resting on his knuckles.

He kind of expected to be here alone.

But would anyone actually come?

.Ryan.

[daniel]

Daniel was making his way back into the station after returning from the ER. After being hit over the head with a pipe, the medic wanted him to get check out. It turned out he just had a concussion and should have taken the rest of the day. Instead Daniel had come back to the Lab to find out what was going on with the scene. As he turned the hall, he saw Ryan sitting in chair.

He knew that look better than anyone...

Four years ago... Daniel was sitting outside the doctor's office in a chair, Jack was inside talking with the doctor. There was still a brace on his knee, it was the only thing left from his time spent as a Prisoner of War. Jack was all healed up by now unlike him, he had retwisted his knee while trying to do something week ago. Now it was time for another check up... The doctor had told him his days of being a Archeologist were done. His knee nor back could handle the stress of the job..
He felt broken and like his life was over as he sat in that chair. He just wanted to give up when he felt the warmth and comfort of a hand on his shoulder.. Looking up he saw the one man who never left his side since finding it back in that camp...


Daniel shook the memory away as he walked over to Ryan. His hand found the other man's shoulder and he gave a gentle squeeze. "Want to talk about it?" He asked. He knew some people didn't like to talk about the things that were bothering them but Daniel was just trying to be there for Ryan.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Hazel orbs; raising, gazing through lashes. A ghost of a smile appeared on Ryan's face, and he looked towards his approacher a little nervously. It wasn't everyday, he suddenly realized, that someone would care.

No; it was rare.

"I guess so," came the slightly shy response; posture moving to lean against the chair. Of all people; the Perfectionist asked himself, it was someone new-- Daniel Taylor. It was surprising; that, he would have to admit. He had expected Alexx; Horatio, or perhaps Calleigh, to be approaching him: when he needed them most.

".. It's just.. I've got keratitis."

Ryan swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down in time with the action.

Ugh.. just talking about it makes me sick..

[daniel]

Daniel was the type who cared about those around him, sometimes a little too much. There had been a point in his life where he tried to see the good in everyone now but no longer. At the moment Ryan looked like he needed a friend and he here he was to step up to that plate. His hand gave a little squeeze before he sat down next to him. Needing to get off his feet before the room started to spin more. "I'm all ears, so talk away." He said in a soft voice.

He sat there listening to Ryan before bringing a hand up to rub at his temples for a second. Daniel knew he should have gone home, it was the doctors orders but he never been on to follow them. Besides if he had done that, Ryan would not have someone to talk to at the moment. "Getting treatment for it? I know it may seem rough now.. but take time off, get treated for it. Follow the doctors orders okay? Wouldn't you rather be gone until it's healed up or be gone forever and blind. Got to take care of yourself, we can't afford to lose you around here." He said before standing back up and patted his shoulder.

"Make the right choice. You have my number so just give me a call if you ever need anything." Daniel told him. He hated to see someone to go through something like this and he figured Ryan hated to miss work, he just seem like the type. But health was more important than work.. now only if he could follow that advice.

[Ashley Renolds]

Ash had yet another appointment for her knee; it seemed like it would never heal. She was told that it would be a while, so she decided to just go down the hall. she had no real reason to, other than to not feel worthless. She kept on trying to believe what Eric told her, but it was an almost impossable feat. She felt useless, a feeling that seemed to creap around the family.

Just as she thought about her rather unfourtunate, she saw her cousin Ryan. She sighed and went as fast as her cruches and knee would let her. She had known for a while about his keratitis, and she prayed that this wasn't about it. She sat down on the other side of him and smiled slightly at Daniel as a greeting. She could tell by his expression that it was about his curse, and wordlessly she gave him a hug. It hurt her so much to see him like this. She gently let go and found herself wordless.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

The male covered his face with his hands, sighing heavily. How would he manage to explain a condition he had dreaded for so long to someone he barely knew? Then again; Daniel didn't seem to mind, and all in all; he hoped that he wouldn't think of him as someone complaining. The Perfectionist-- after all, wouldn't quite want to be thought of that way.

Hazel, colored hues shimmered with worry, posture depicting the stress he currently went through. First, there came the fact his vision was blurry, and then came the fact that he might just lose his job. He loved the lab; honestly, and he couldn't quite bear to lose it. Not now.

".. Yeah, I guess so," he said, muttering softly at how useless he must seem right now, and then nodded in acknowledgment for the calling thing. "Thanks, Daniel. It's not everyday you see someone walking towards you actually caring," he uttered silently, and then spotted Ashley coming with her crutches.

Why did everyone seem to be injured these days?

Ryan hugged her back weakly, and hunched over, resting his forehead on his knuckles.

"But what if the medication doesn't work..?"