Ray was ripped from Ryan’s grasp by a higher ranking doctor and Ray moved behind the bed as it was wheeled into a temporary room. “That’s all I know. They’re gunna stitch you up now, and then take you to get x-rayed. I’m mostly here for supervision, and to make sure everything goes well.”
He gently placed his hands on Ryan’s shoulders, fingers rubbing soothing circles. His arm was getting cleaned and stitched up. “I’m gunna take care of you, Ryan. Don’t worry.” He couldn’t help but worry.
Ryan didn’t respond, but the touch of Ray was soothing. Already he could feel the pain slipping away from whatever medication was being pumped him. He sighed, struggling to remember what had happened to him. But all he could think of was going to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then nothing.
The x-ray was hard, since Ryan couldn’t move and all he wanted to do was move, trying to shake the pain in his head away. He blinked, still having trouble seeing clearly, searching for Ray.
