Sandy gently shook Ryan's shoulder, and slowly his hazy blue eyes opened. "Hey kiddo..."
"Hey..." Ryan said, pushing himself upright, and feeling a little disoriented. He vaguely rememembered Luke leaving, and Seth's trantrum, but after that things got... Blurry. Alright, there was a downright blank sport. "What time is it?"
"Almost ten, guess all that socializing wore you out."
"Yeah," Ryan said, swinging himself carefully around. He hated feeling this weak and crippled. Sandy handed him his crutches and he managed to lurch upright.
"Need a hand?" Sandy offered.
"No thanks, I'm fine..." Ryan said, as he slowly made his way out to towards the pool house. Sandy followed at a discreet distance, trying not to hover. Then Ryan stopped, and slowly turned. "You know... It's not fair."
"What's that?" Sandy asked.
"This..." He said, looking down in disgust at his broken leg. "The Atwood Luck... Everything seemed like it was going pretty good... And then this... And now Marissa's off with Oliver, and Seth and I are barely speaking and... It's just... Not fair." Ryan finished, shaking his head.
Sandy walked over to him and gave him a gentle pat on the back, "I know kid... I know..."
