R. Wolfe -- Broken

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Hazel optics fluttered open, body; situated upon a mass, which failed at its purpose: there lay the Trace expert. Or what was left of him. Arm, broken, body, covered in lacerations due to shards of broken glass; he had no idea what, in the world, he was supposed to do. What he was supposed to do, who he was; what he was doing here, where here was exactly.. all these questions ran through his mind, and he seemingly found no answer to any of them.

He could, however, recall a sensation of a heavy object falling upon him; covering him whole and sending waves of great pain across his fragile body, along with taking away what was left of his fragile mentality.

The boy closed his eyes.

"..."

He was broken.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden took a deep breath before walking into the room. Her eyes softened at the sight before her. A co-worker and a friend, serious injured. She bit her lip anxiously, out of habit and took a seat in a chair near the hospital bed. All she could do was wait and hope that he would be alright.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Attention. The word was perceived in his slow mind. He was being given.. attention. Pale, hazel optics turned to stare at the female. "..." Nothing given but silence, as though he couldn't quite place just what was happening, and who this girl was. A blank, empty smile, almost instinctively made its way on his face.

Attention.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden noticed turn toward her and smile, obviously still trying to comprehend what exactly was going on. She shifted a bit in the hard chair and smiled back but the happiness didn't reach her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair as she often did, still watching Ryan with her blue green eyes.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

".. Hi."

The word was almost choked out, in a desperate attempt to speak; he apparently had no idea what to do in a situation such as this. He just couldn't place all the details in a sense that he could understand. He could barely understand anything anymore. He couldn't even remember his own name.

".. Was I.. badly hurt..?" he managed to stutter out, barely a whisper; an innocent look in those eyes of his. Like a child. Just like a child.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

[/color]"Hi."Aiden said gently, not sure how else to reply. His question shocked her slightly and she raised her eyebrows before nodding her head in a 'yes' slowly. "Pretty bad. Scared as half to death. Let me ask you something."She paused. "What do you remember? About anything"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Remember. What did he remember..?

The boy thought about it, closing his eyes. ".. I remember something falling on me.. and.. a lot of people.. really sad.." he murmured, before opening his eyes again and looking at her. ".. I think you were really sad, too, miss.." he remarked, those blue-green eyes of hers somehow triggering something in his memory.

He knew this girl.

But he didn't know how.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden's stared back at him, the blue-green conveying an almost sorrowful emotion. "Miss? So you don't remember." She merely blinked."Aiden. My name is Aiden." She replied softly, a sad half-smile gracing her lips but it looked more like a slight twitch of her lips.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"A-Aiden.." His voice was raspy, soft; and he thought about it for a long time. ".. Aiden.." he murmured, and finally it clicked in. Well, part of it. It hit him like a cinder block to the face. "Aiden.. Haw.." he paused, unsure what came next, but knew that was part of her.. last name, was it called that?

"... Aiden."

[Ashley Renolds]

It was suprising that Ash could even get to the hospital without falling and breaking her arm or leg. She rushed to the room where Ryan was and saw Aiden beat her. Of course, she wasn't dizzy, and she didn't keep on running into walls and doors. She sighed and sank down on the other side of the bed."Ry..." she whispered, a small smile on her face to hear his voice.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

The sight of another person sent his mind spiraling, and he blinked profusely; though at a slower pace than one would normally blink. ".. Ry..?" he inquired, tilting his head to the side slightly and letting the name replay in his mind.

Ry.

Was he 'Ry'?

[Ashley Renolds]

Ash bit back a small wimper."Ryan...But I call you Ry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with the pain of him not remembering. She grabbed one of his hands and held it gently, like he did once when they were younger.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan. Now that clicked another thing. Ryan.. something. He could remember his.. last name, sounded much like an animals. A feline's--, no, a canine's, he was sure.

".. I'm.. Ryan..?" the male asked, as though making sure that that was indeed his name, rather than something else like Farquad or something. Which was rather gay, in his opinion.

[Ashley Renolds]

Ashley casted a strained glance at Aiden before leaning toward him and speaking softly, an imitation of what his mother said to him before...Well, her tone at least."Ryan...Your name is Ryan Wolfe, you area CSI in Miami Flordia. I'm your cousin, Ashley Renolds, and...A Hospital fell on you," she said slowly and quietly. She stroked his hand gently, like his mother used to.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan's eyes softened at that, and he swallowed. "Ashley.." he blinked, hard, trying to pull back a memory with which he heard that name. ".. Ash," he murmured, before the hospital thing came rushing back to haunt him. The scream, the darkness; the feeling that you would never come back. It all came back to him. All at one go.

And he started to whimper, huddling under the covers; fear suddenly taking hold of him.

[Anya Veralusina]

It still hurt to breath, and swallow, and not to mention sigh
although that was one of the first things she did. She curled
up tight on a chair outside of her make-shift hospital room,
ignoring the doctor's saying she was supposed to stay their.
A little bit of glass caught in her throat and her bad arm's bone
cracked right open again. She didn't care though. It was only
the bottom half of her arm, and she refused to wear a sling,
only a small cast to help keep the bone still. She heard the
commotion in the room where Ryan was, although she really
didn't want to interrupt. Although when she heard a whimper,
or some kind of noise like a whimper, she couldn't resist. She
uncurled and stumbled to her feet, feeling like a little klutz
because she was having a hard time balancing. She began
to walk towards the room, but she stopped in the doorway
uncertainly. She really didn't like this situation. Not to mention,
speaking was like stabbing the inside of her throat with
thousands of little thorns and needles. Not to mention, she
doubted that she would be welcome here...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Curling up into a ball on his bed, he covered himself with his blanket; breathing strained and eyes closed tightly. The hospital fell on him. Then there was darkness. And pain, so much pain. People cried out for him, others chose to attempt to move the rubble. And all he did was shift position, just a little, and whisper a soft, incoherent vowel. The feeling of the debris crushing him, the mere thought of him dying and eventually leaving this world--it sent shivers up and down his spine.

He could remember, however, a few moments of happiness. Small tidbits, that he somehow knew happened to him, though could not quite place how or why.

Lips pursed, he continued to tremble, whimpering like a lost child, unable to find the right direction.

[Kyle Harmon]

As soon as he had finished examining the evidence he was given [to a case, he must admit, he did not like at all], he had immediately rushed to the hospital; wanting to give a friend [and how glorifying it felt to call someone that!] reassurance. Ryan didn't deserve this, didn't deserve the pain. If anyone, Kyle supposed, it should have been him. He hadn't even done anything productive. Nothing compared to what the older man had done.

He had spotted Anya outside Ryan's door, blinking in question and nodding once in acknowledgment. Wasn't her throat still painful? He wondered what she was doing out and about. He knocked on the door, poking his head in; and then spotted the two women, and the scared, frightened man on the bed.

It broke his heart.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

The sound of another person entering. Another person he let down. Another person. Another one.

Ryan's head lifted only briefly to see who entered, and the sight of those eyes.. those cobalt blue eyes filled with depth; reminded him of something. A man. One who has suffered more than he had. One who fights. No matter what.

This was his son.

He was sure of it.

"..." A silence. All that was to be given. Ryan was unable to speak, unable to have one coherent thought; his mind all jumbled up, and his thoughts ending up as fragmented pieces. He was messed up, he was sure of it; everything an endless spiral, and he would not be able to find anything to solve it.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

[Kyle Harmon]

Kyle, nodded once at Aiden and Ashley in recognition, seeing how worried they were through their eyes. Poor Ryan, had to go through this. And poor them; had to worry about him. In fact, Kyle worried about him, too, despite the fact they were not as close. Ryan was one of the first, besides his father, to treat him like a regular child, rather than someone who came from jail. The man had made him feel like a normal teenager. Like he belonged. Somehow.

"Hey, Ryan.." he said, his tone of voice soft; knowing that such a thing usually sent reassurance. He walked over to the other side of the bed, sighing and crouching beside it, seeing as there wasn't any other chairs.

".. do you remember me?"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan looked at the boy, acknowledging his presence; that he knew about it, and that he wasn't ignoring him. He closed his eyes, thinking about what he just said, his slow mind processing word by word, syllable by syllable, before finally he got something coherent to form in his mind.

"... Ky..." was all he could say, unable to recover anything from the depths of his tarnished, defected sanity. Frowning, in disdain, at his inability to speak his name, Ryan rose a hand, and placed his palm atop the boy's head, patting it once, twice.

"... happy...?" he cooed out, wanting everyone to stop being sad, a smile appearing on his face; that actually managed to reach his eyes.

"Everyone.. be happy..?"

[Kyle Harmon]

The feeling of Ryan's hand atop his head, it made him smile as well; the way he was still trying to get everyone to be happy, despite his situation. Perhaps he really was a big ball of sunshine, and maybe he really was placed on this world to make people smile. To make them realize what a wonderful world we live in. Maybe that was his purpose. To make the world happy.

"Yeah.. Ky happy," the male said, removing Ryan's hand from his head and holding it; using his thumb to draw circles on the top.

Might as well be reassuring.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan grinned at that, and then directed his attention towards the two women, an innocent look resting in his deep hazel hues, a soft blush of pleasure spread across his cheeks. "Aiden, Ashley.. be happy..?" he asked, his tone of voice just like that of a child's, as if he had to grow up all over again. His smile, was infectious; one had to admit that. It was an infectious smile full of sunshine, and that was part of the Wolfe charm.

"Happy..!" he said cheerily, his eyes closing and curving upwards to match his smile.

[Kyle Harmon]

It was inspiring. A sudden burst of inspiration, from a man in a difficult condition. It sent a sudden shot of happiness throughout the teenager, and Kyle couldn't help but grin as well. "Yeah, Ms. Renolds, Ms. Hawthorne! You guys gotta smile! See, Ryan's smiling despite his condition, isn't he?" he said, hoping to somehow persuade the other people in the room, the tension suddenly lifting due to Ryan's innocent joy.

Pure, innocent joy..

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Being supported was something he had not expected. Much more, being supported by.. Kyle. That was his name. He was sure of it. Kyle..

And Renolds, Hawthorne.

Aiden Hawthorne.

Ashley Renolds.

Aiden, one of his close friends; Ashley, his cousin.. it was all rushing back to him. All because of one attempt to make people smile. One attempt, and all this happened. A smile appeared on Ryan's face, a few of his memories with all these people resurfacing. The smiles, the grins, the laughter.

The happiness.

A few memories.

So many sentimental value.