This is a work of fan-fiction. The Big Bang Theory was created by Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady. I own none of this.

My thanks to my husband for beta-reading. Any remaining errors are mine.

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"Leonard, you're lookin' a little green there." Howard played his card and stared at the experimental physicist. "You feeling all right?" Raj nodded emphatically. He was sitting on the sofa next to Howard, leaving the third cushion vacant to appease Sheldon.

Leonard slumped over from his seated position on the floor, frowning at a fistful of cards. He wrinkled his eyebrows. "I'm fine. Stop trying to distract me." He slapped a card down on the coffee table.

"Dude, you should not have played that!" Raj enthused. "I win again." Leonard groaned.

Sheldon watched the three of them from his perch on the desk chair, eying them with more than a bit of disdain. "I don't see how you can play with that Satanimals expansion pack," he said with a sniff. "Everyone knows the only real version of Mystic Warlords of Ka'a is the original. That one is just a blatant money grab." He turned back to his computer.

"Way to kill the mood, Sheldon," complained Howard. Standing up, he slapped his best friend on the back. "Come on, Raj, you promised you'd help me take Ma to the podiatrist. I can't lift her by myself."

Raj frowned. "How did you talk me into this again?"

Leonard took off his glasses, stood up, and moved toward his desk chair. Rubbing his eyes, he tipped his head toward his friends with a smirk. "Yes, Howard, how did you manage that?" He grinned as he put his glasses back on.

Howard gave a small laugh and shrugged. "It wasn't me. Ma said Raj could look at her magazine collection."

The astrophysicist brightened and bobbed his head. "Cosmo." The two men left the apartment.

Once the door had closed behind them, Sheldon gave a contented sigh. "Now that Rajesh and Howard are gone, I no longer have to listen to the inane prattle of that ridiculous game." He stood up and walked around the small table, making slight adjustments to the sofa cushions, fluffing his rainbow striped pillow, removing a speck of lint from the floor.

Leonard didn't reply. He was frowning at a research paper on his desk. Sheldon glanced at him, then sat down at his own desk and resumed his work.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and Dr. Hofstadter was still staring at the same page.

"Stop that," Sheldon snapped, glaring in Leonard's direction.

"Stop what?" Leonard replied, looking over at his roommate. His glasses were off and he was rubbing his eyes. He squinted at Sheldon. "What could I possibly be doing to bother you now?" He replaced his frames and gave Sheldon an annoyed look before taking his glasses off again.

"Precisely." Sheldon shook his head. "You keep removing your glasses and throwing them down on the desk. It's very distracting."

"Sorry, Sheldon," Leonard muttered. He blinked for a few minutes, rubbed his right eye, and put his glasses back on. Then he removed them again and dropped them on the desk with a clunk.

Sheldon jumped. "There you go again!" Dr. Cooper shook his head. "Whatever is the matter with you today?"

Leonard was on his feet now, squinting with one eye and then the other. He ignored Sheldon and started pacing around the living room.

"Stop that, Leonard!" Sheldon cried, waving his hands. "You're just doing that to annoy me." He caught up to the shorter man in two long strides and waved a finger in his face. "There is to be no pacing in this apartment. You're in violation of Section 15 of the Roommate Agreement."

Leonard stopped and met Sheldon's gaze. In a shaky voice, he replied, "Sheldon, I need to go to the doctor. Right now."

It was Sheldon's turn to blink. "Whatever for?"

Leonard swallowed hard before he replied. "I can't see out of my right eye. I think I'm having a stroke."