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Ryan woke up one morning to hear a screech and a glass dropping in the kitchen. He immediately ran into the kitchen to find a pale face Kirsten, a nervous Sandy and a crying Seth.

Everyone looked over at him. Seth looked up. His eyes were puffy from crying and Kirsten was still shaking.

"What happened?" Ryan asked.

Seth turned around and lifted his shirt up. He had small blisters on his left shoulder and on the right side of his body near his hip. Seth looked at Ryan and Ryan noticed some of the blisters on his face. Ryan went up to Seth's back and examined them a little more.

"You said you felt a little sore, and the places where the blisters are were red, right?" Ryan asked.

Seth nodded.

"Did it feel like a burning pain?"

Seth nodded.

Ryan looked over at Sandy and Kirsten.

"Seth's got Shingles. Do you know what that is?"

They shook their heads.

"Shingles is a disease, obviously. It causes a painful rash of small blisters that typically appear on the body, often in a band on the chest and back. The virus that causes Shingles also causes chicken pox."

Sandy and Kirsten stared at Ryan.

"I paid attention in Health, unlike some people," Ryan said looking at Seth. Seth looked at him and smiled. "Shingles can occur near the eye also. That's what's over here." Ryan went over and pointed to Seth's eye. "You should consult an ophthalmologist immediately. The surface of his eye could become scarred, leading to damaged vision in the left eye." Ryan looked over at Sandy and Kirsten who were on the verge of tears.

"I'll call Dr. Castiglia and see if he recommends anyone," Sandy said. Ryan stopped him.

"I'll call. Stay with Seth. I'll be back in a few minutes." Ryan grabbed the phone and walked into the living room.

Seth started to cry again. "It hurts mom," he said.

"I know it does. Ryan's calling the eye doctor to get an appointment," Kirsten said.

"Ryan? What? Why is he calling an eye doctor?"

Sandy was nervous.

Seth shook his head. "Oh yeah, my Shingles. That's a funny word. Weeeee."

Ryan was on the phone with James Castiglia.

"Hi Dr. Castiglia. It's Ryan Atwood, Sandy and Kirsten's son," Ryan said.

"Yes Ryan. What can I do for you?"

"Well, Seth's got a bad case of Shingles. It's on his back, his left hip and his eye. I need the number for an eye doctor."

"Yeah. I'll give you Dr. Johnson's number. He's my brother-in-law and he's one of the best damn eye doctors around. He's on 10 minutes away."

"Thanks Dr. Castiglia."

"You're welcome Ryan. I'll come and see him when I can."

Ryan hung up the phone and went inside. He saw Seth laying on his right side on the couch.

"Ryan, he has it on his left ear also," Sandy informed him.

"Crap. OK. I got the number for the ophthalmologist. I also got directions. We can go now and Dr. Castiglia called in advance. We can go in as soon as we get there," Ryan said.

"All right. Let's roll," Sandy said.

Sandy and Ryan hauled a very tired Seth into the Range Rover and they were soon away.

A/N: I know it's short, but I'm just getting started. I got plenty of information about Shingles and I'm going all the way with this story. But trust me, IT WILL GET SAD.