Trying to recover

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It had been a rough out come to a case he just finished up, taking a run through the swamp was the last thing he wanted to do. However the subspect thought differently. Ty ended up tackling right into a body of water and ended up soaking wet and sticking like something dead that has been laying around. After coming back to the lab and getting a shower, he felt his old injury acting up again. There wasn't the much the doctors could do for his inner ear damage. The damage was too serve and didn't see how Ty was still walking around without acting like he was drunk.

After a moment the pain went away but left him feeling more drained than before. So he made his way to the Lounge area and took a seat at one of the tables. His head came to rest in his arms. The last thing he needed was for his injury to act up infront of someone. Lost of balance, pain that could cripple him not to mention that he had some hearing lost in that ear. It was a serect he manage to keep from everyone but his doctor and luckly the guy was willing to hook him up with a friend down here so he wouldn't have to worry about the serect getting out.

The last thing Ty needed was for his career to be over because of this. It was still acting up but not as bad as it was in the locker room. He only had a half an hour or so until his shift was over.. he just hoped he could pass it away in here.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: Hope you don't mind me posting here. >_< Ryan needs some friends.]

Ryan had been working, checking for trace of blood or fibers on a shirt though finding: nothing, in the process. It was a waste of time, he knew; however he had been trying his best to save a case gone cold, for killers, no matter the reason, had to be duly sanctioned. He, however, had decided to take a little break; nothing too serious, perhaps a few cookies and coffee, to stimulate his body; and allow him to remain awake.

He, however, had not expected: to see someone else there. Hazel, shimmering optics held a slight, noticeable look of inquiry in them. Was that, he presumed, TC? He looked rather sad; and the look on his face, it could not be mistaken, meant that he, too; was suffering from an injury, or perhaps something of that nature.

Ryan got a cup of coffee, sitting on the chair across from the man; a small, reassuring smile on his face.

"Want to talk about it?"

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[don't mind]

When the footsteps fell upon his ears, he figured it was most likely coming for coffee or something out of the vending machines. Though he wasn't wasn't figuring on them talking to him, his head lift from his arms but his chin remained resting on them. His eyes were staring ahead, just waiting for the person to leave before he could tuck his head back into his arms. This injury tended to pop up when it felt like making a return. It was usually the reason why he called off work or left early, though today he was just trying to make it through to the end. He didn't want to look bad by taking off too much.

A brow was raised when the younger man took a seat in front of him. It was Ryan.. at least that what he though the name was. "Nothing to talk about. Everything is fine." He said, hoping to pass this off. The last thing he wanted was for this to get out and get to the higher ups, he couldn't lose this job.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan smiled, just a little, and took a sip from his coffee; wincing when it burned his mouth. As usual. "Uhuh. I doubt it," he said, grinning ever so slightly; knowing, what it felt like to have an injury such as that. He, however, had problems with his vision rather than hearing; and thus, it wasn't exactly the same. Then again; they could both, effect their jobs, considering they had to be on the lookout in order to be a successful CSI.

"Don't worry. I won't spread. I've got a problem of my own, too," he said, smiling reassuringly and rubbing his eyes, despite the fact they were infected.

It stung.

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The main problem was Ty didn't like talking about this part of his past.. He was a prison of war during the first gulf war. No one knew they were there, the top brass did but it was a black ops mission thus they couldn't say anything about it. Ty basicly had to escape after being held for six months. "Believe what you want." He said in a netural tone. The only time he spoke of this part of his past was to the officals who wanted it for record. It never saw the day of light since.

"I won't say anything about your problem." Ty said before moving to eye the vending machine wondering if there was anything to in there to eat. Seeing a bag of his favorite chips, he stood up slowly but soon as he took a step he had to grab the table in order to stand up. He cursed under his breath. After a moment, he felt safe enough to move. He placed the correct amount of change into the machine and got some ranch flavor chips out before moving to sit back down. "Old injury from being a Marine. Inner ear damage they can't fix. They don't even know what is going on to be honest." He said quietly enough for Ryan to hear. It was all the farther he was willing to go into details about it.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"In fact, I will," Ryan said, grinning childishly and taking another gulp of his coffee, wincing when it burned him-- again. He had the tendency to burn his mouth unwillingly every time he drank coffee, whether or not it was cold or hot. He thought it might've been allergies, but that was just him; and no medical doctor had proved it, or at least, not yet. The way TC was acting; he supposed that maybe, he was one of those people who didn't talk about things such as that.

Maybe.

Watching how difficult he moved to the vending machine, Ryan felt a tad bit bad for him. How terrible it must be, to have a condition such as that, he was sure. Then again, his vision; blurred constantly, and sometimes, he bumped into walls and doors.

"Oh.." he said, rubbing his eyes again. "Well.. I've got keratitis, and the capacity to go blind, if I'm not careful," he said; remaining vague about the details on purpose.

"It sucks!"

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There were things Ty rarely talked about, mostly things that hurt to much to see the light of day again. Like his wife leaving him because she couldn't stand the fact he was born in a test tube, he wished she had never found out about that because it went against her beliefs. His time in the gulf was the other thing he didn't like talk about. Ty didn't care for the taste of coffee, he rather drink tea or hot cider if he wanted something warm to drink.

There were days when he couldn't get out of bed because of badly it hurt. He couldn't even fly anymore because the preasure was too much for him. He missed being able to fly a plane or take a flight. "Better becareful then. At least yours can be treated." He said before opening the bag of chips and taking one out to eat. "You don't want what I have.. it will make yours seem like a walk in the park." He said before eating a few more chips.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan raised an eyebrow at that. Was it that bad, he asked himself, and was TC here having to suffer it alone? "Hey.. I didn't mean for you to bring up some bad things.." he said, placing a hand on the other's shoulder and squeezing it reassuringly. "But sometimes, you're not just supposed to keep it all in. I mean, I made the same mistake, and ended up making my keratitis worse. Sure, the cure hasn't been found yet, but you've got to believe that it will," he remarked, his inner optimism kicking in; as usual.

"I mean, at first I thought that I would be totally blind, and then I remembered that there were people here who cared about me, and so I couldn't just keep moping around! I had to do something about it, and believe that it'll get better; that it's going to be over soon!" he added happily, a grin on his face. "I know, yours must seem worse, but you've just gotta remember that there's always hope, no matter how little."

Ryan, hoped that his little pep talk didn't sound weird.

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Ty was used to suffering alone, he basicly casted out anyone who came too close to him, he was tired of being hurt by people who he thought cared about him. The only ones he trusted enough to watch his back died four years ago in his arms. He tried to save them but they all ended up dying in the end. Since then he's been alone.. It had been really hard to get back in the flow of things when they finally rescued him and being a loner was the result of those days. "No worries. My demons got to slay them at some point." He said quietly, staring down at the chip bag for a second. The moment he felt the hand on his shoulder, Ty tensed slightly. His ice blue eyes glanced upward at Ryan. This wasn't something he was used to, it had been ages since he had someone that even acted like they cared enough to give him support. "You don't want to hear my horror stories." He said, knowing full that is what they were.

"Glad you saw things like that and have people there that care about you." Ty finished off his chips and left the bag alone for now. "Doctors don't even know what is wrong with my inner ear or what is effecting my balance to even treat it. Sure they can give me stuff for the pain but there is always that chance of getting addicted to it from how much I would need to take. In Alaska it seemed like everyday I was like this if not worse." He tried to explain. Ty really didn't have hope left in anything he did.

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up though."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan sighed, just a little; figuring that maybe this man just wouldn't budge, and that maybe, Ryan just wasn't good enough. A misfit; someone out there-- and just couldn't fit in, no matter what he tried. He shook it off, however, and just kept trying. Maybe he'd loosen up, that is, if Ryan was lucky. He gave TC's shoulder a pat, and squeezed it again. "I'll listen to them if you need someone to talk to," he said, wondering just how horrific it might sound; though knowing that having to relive these nightmares over and over was worse than being told about it. He looked towards TC with a reassuring look in his shimmering hazel optics; the look in his eyes holding a look that depicted that he was telling the truth, in all honesty.

"Well, maybe technology these days can't really figure it out yet, TC. There's always a chance for everything, no matter how small. There's a chance you'll get better, a chance that you'll get worse, too; but you just have to look at the bright side of things! We've all got to experience pain, it's inevitable; but you don't have to experience it alone," the Trace Expert said, a comforting smile on his face.

"I'm going to keep trying!" he added, grinning cheerfully.

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Ty was hard man to budge, it was the Marine training him. They tried to make him a drill intrustor when he was getting ready to leave the core. They kept telling that they really could use his talents still even though he was ground and not cleared for active duty. Ty no longer wanted anything to do with the Marines. He wanted a nice quiet and normal life and this was the closest he got to that. Being an outcast was something he knew all to well to, he never really fit in anywhere until he join the Marines. Then he had the chance to lead two groups that became the best, he lost them both because he failed them. A faint sigh was given to his thoughts and he glanced up at again when he felt the contact on his shoulder again. "It's not really that I can talk about them.. its more like the military doesn't want me to. Kind of black ops kind thing." Ty said, trying to avoid talking about it anymore. He could talk about it as long as he left a few details out but he wasn't going to talk about them.

When he looked up at Ryan, he could tell that the man was trying to be his friend and wanted to be there for him. Ty didn't know how to take that, someone reaching out to him was something he hadn't seen in a while. "I hope you are right about that." He said before laying his head back down on the table. "Keep trying." He smiled slightly before staring down at the table, thinking again.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"Oh, military," Ryan said, thinking about it for a while. He had once wondered about what it would be like to be a part of the military, though had immediately forgotten it when he was introduced to the field of forensic science; the course capturing his heart and dragging him towards bliss. Or, at least; something, resembling bliss. He wondered, what might've happened, had he become a part of the military, such as his child form had dreamed of becoming back when he was younger. He, however, shook it off and nodded in understanding. It wasn't TC's fault, he presumed, that he was not allowed to speak of it.

In that split second that his warm, hazel optics had collided with the icy blue of the other man's, he had seen a flash of realization, like maybe he had realized that Ryan was here to help him, or something of that sort. He pouted, childishly; crossing his arms over his chest, feeling like playing around to get the mood lighter. "Oh, really? Is that how you want it to be?" he asked, grinning at him.

"Alright then! I'm not gonna stop trying, and I'm going to get you to budge and become one of my friends, if it's the last thing I do!"

People started to stare at him through the glass walls, and he turned around, waving nervously.

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"Miltiary." He repeated. Ty had chosen the Marines because there was no other choice for him growing up. It was his means of getting out of that small town and see the world, sure in the end he was injuried and broken but he wouldn't change anything because of that. It had been worth it even though things happened. It made him into who he was and he was proud of what he had become. Ty had taken a criminal justice course in order to get his rank, need the college degree to do that. When he retired and became a cop in that small town the forensic captured him and drew him in. Here he was now because of that and he didn't think twice about where things had gone.

Though he wished he could have saved his two teams, he swore if he was ever on another team, he would protect them now matter the cost. He wasn't going to lose anyone ever again, not without going down himself. Ty had realized that Ryan was offering help, he just wasn't sure if he was ready to take it or not. However he did see Ryan was a little childish now and then but it did remind him of someone he once knew. "Sure?" He wasn't sure what to say to Ryan's words.

"Try all you want to." It would take a lot to get Ty to budge on something. Glancing up at the clock, he didn't want to move but it was time for him to clock out and go home to some much needed rest.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"I will try all I want to, thank you very much!" Ryan said, grinning triumphantly. It seemed that maybe he would just have to think of another strategy, which perhaps should not be practiced here. He blinked when the man stared at the clock, averting his gaze to it as well. Then, remembering that he was going to be taking a double shift, he groaned. He would be leaving later, early in the morning, take a two hour sleep and go back to work. Oh well; he supposed, justice had its costs.

"I'm guessing your shift's over," he remarked, scratching his cheek sheepishly, and finishing his coffee-- downing it all in one gulp and placing the cup on the table. "I'm taking a double shift, so I'll be here for a while," he murmured, smiling nervously.

"It was nice talking to you," the Perfectionist added, flashing a look of gratefulness at the man before him. It wasn't everyday that someone accepted his company, so he was rather happy; to say the least.

TC did something most people didn't.. and just made Ryan even more curious than he was before.

But he would have to wait for another day.