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"Alright, Ryan time to wake up!" a pleasant nurse sang as she drew open the blinds in Ryan's room.

Ryan groaned. "Sun not welcome," he mumbled into the pillow.

"I know, honey I'm sorry. You're getting your glasses today, remember?" the nurse continued as she began changing the date on the calendar on the wall.

Ryan thought for a moment. "Yesss. I go from one eye to three eyes."

The nurse laughed. "I guess you could say that. They're going to bring your breakfast in soon and then you're due downstairs in half an hour. Sound good?"

"Fine," Ryan replied. "Coffee?"

"You drink coffee?" the nurse asked in surprise. "Honey, you're too young for that. You've got the rest of your life to depend on caffeine."

"I like coffee. Can I drink some today? Please?" Ryan sat up in his bed.

"I'll see what I can do," the nurse said smiling. "Do you need help going to the bathroom?"

"No. I do alone long while," Ryan said in a tone as if to say 'duh, didn't you ready my case file?'

"Ok, let someone know if you need anything. I'll see if I can pull some coffee strings," the nurse answered kindly and walked out the door.

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An hour later Ryan was called into the optometrist's office. Weldon was in the same building as a Carson clinic and often patients of the rehab center were referred to specialists. Sandy had taken a break from work to come speak with the doctors.

"Alright, Ryan. You ready to begin?" the optometrist asked as he sat down across the table from Ryan.

"Yesss. Eyes ready," Ryan answered, eager to begin.

After a forty-five minute long testing session, Ryan's prescription was determined. It was apparent that in addition to the limited vision in his left eye, he was also experiencing occasional double vision and slight blurs on his left side. When Sandy asked about why he never told anyone the seriousness of the problem, Ryan had shrugged and said he didn't think it was that bad. Typical Ryan.

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Sandy and Ryan left the clinic and returned to the rehab hospital. The doctors said they would deliver the glasses once the frames were ready, some time within the next few hours.

By the time the two made it back upstairs, Ryan's roommate had arrived.

The boy looked only a few years older than Ryan. His head looked like it had been shaved as Ryan's did, although in the past month, Ryan's hair had grown back a bit. The boy was skinny but looked athletic. He turned and looked right at Sandy and Ryan as they walked in.

"Are you Ryan?"

"Yah, are you Adam?" Ryan replied.

"Yah. You're sixteen?" Adam thought he looked older.

"Yah. You're ttwenty-one?" Ryan thought he looked younger.

"Yah," Adam confirmed.

"Cool," Ryan nodded.

"Cool," finished Adam.

The woman Adam was with smiled and shook her head at the boys.

"Hi, I'm Sharon Lindsay, Adam's mother. You must be Sandy and Ryan?" Mrs. Lindsay tried to recall what the nurses had told her.

"Yes, hi. Sandy Cohen. Nice to meet you," Sandy greeted, shaking her hand. He turned to Adam. "Nice to meet you, too, Adam. I'm Ryan's father."

"Hi. My dad is here, too. He went down the hall for something but he'll be back," Adam replied with a confident nod.

"Ok," Ryan replied and made his way with the walker to his own bed. He was still easily tired.

Soon enough, Mr. Lindsay entered the room and greeted the group. He was a tall man and looked just like his son. Sandy couldn't help but think back to his Berkley days when he met his college roommate and his family. It was a bit awkward but felt safe at the same time.

"Hi, Jan Lindsay," the man said confidently as he shook Sandy's hand. Sandy returned the greeting and introduced Ryan.

"Hi. Nice to mmeet you," Ryan stuck out his hand. Although his right hand was still weak, it had been worked enough in OT that he could get a decent handshake out of it.

"Dad did you find—" Adam began, only to be silenced by his father.

"Keep it down, Adam," Jan whispered with a smile.

Before he could explain anymore, a young girl who looked Adam's age walked in the room carrying what looked like a bundle of blankets. She shut the door quietly behind her and bent down to the ground and let open the pile she was holding. To Sandy and Ryan's surprise, a puppy jumped out and ran towards Adam.

"Kai! Come here, Kai!" Adam called the dog quietly. The Black Lab puppy obediently made its way to her owner and nuzzled her nose into Adam.

"He misses you already!" the girl spoke.

"Everyone this is my girlfriend Leanne," Adam explained while the dog began to lick his hands.

"Nice to meet you all. I think these two are in for an interesting few months," Leanne said, saying what everyone was thinking.

The group stayed around for lunch and were interrupted by the arrival of the doctor with Ryan's glasses.

"I think it's time for Mr. Atwood to see straight again," the doctor said as she knocked on the door. Everyone turned around.

"Yay glasses," Ryan answered, earning a smile from the group.

"You ready to try them on?" Dr. Lartigue asked as she handed Ryan the case.

Ryan made his way over to the mirror and slowly put on the new pair. He was embarrassed at first to have everyone starting at him, but he was comfortable now with the crowd in the room so he confidently looked himself in the mirror. Not bad, he thought. Wait until Seth sees these. He turned around.

"Looks good, kid!" Sandy exclaimed honestly. It was a different direction from Kid Chino but at the same time, that personality wasn't swallowed up. The glasses were perfect.

"Ryan how do you feel with those on? How are your eyes?" Dr. Lartigue asked, taking the case from her patient.

"I see clear. Nice," Ryan replied with a nod.

"Well they look nice, too, so we're in business!" Dr. Lartigue smiled at her patient and Sandy.

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By the late afternoon, Sandy had returned to finish out his workday (after taking multiple pictures of Ryan) and the Lindsays and Leanne had gone back home.

"Your ffamily is nice," Ryan told his roommate when they were alone.

"Thanks. Your dad is cool," Adam replied.

"He's no my dad," Ryan suddenly said.

"He's not? Well he does have a different last name…why did he say he was your dad?"

"He is foster-father. But I like him and rest of family," Ryan replied as if it was common knowledge.

"So where's your real dad?" Adam was confused and it was irritating him. He hated being lost and that's all he seemed to be as of late. Adam was bike riding without a helmet when the back tire of his bike was hit by a car. Adam went over the handle bars and woke up six days later. He still had a lot to regain. Verbally he was great and his cognition was coming back, but his motor control and coordination was weak and needed much improvement.

Ryan thought for a moment. "He's…" Ryan recalled back. Where was his dad? They hadn't been together in a long while. Why? Kirsten said he was only living with them for a few months, but it had been longer since he'd seen Frank. Why would he leave?

"Ryan?" Adam was curious now.

Suddenly it hit Ryan. "Jail."

"Your dad's in jail?" Adam gawked.

"Yah, I guess…he is…He lives in Chchino. I lived in Chino," Ryan stammered out, more talking to himself than Adam.

Adam stared at Ryan, watching the younger patient rake through his rough memory. A smile appeared across Ryan's face then faded.

"But you live in Newport," Adam added before Ryan could continue. "You just remembered that. Right?"

Ryan nodded. He was missing a whole other life. "They never told me again," Ryan realized. He would ask about that as soon as he could.

"Well Sandy great seem. You came into a good family then wherever you came from," Adam pointed out before Ryan could get too worked up.

That was true, Sandy was great. "They take care of me and like me. Thatss really ggood. Wwait until you meet Sseth my foster-brotherr."

"You have a Leanne and a Kai?" Adam suddenly asked.

Ryan processed the comment. "A girlfriend and dog?"

Adam nodded. Didn't he just say that?

"No dog…and no……wait." Ryan stopped talking. His mind went racing back to a few days prior when Marissa was explaining about how they were 'more than friends.' There was the Ferris wheel that she talked about. And that date. And she…

"Wow. I do have a Leanne," Ryan said, almost as if he was talking to no one in particular. Why didn't anyone tell him any of this? But then again, would he have understood? Had they?

"Do you remember anything about her?" Adam was interested.

"She coming to visit on Ssaturday. You meet her then. Have Leanne come…'Rissa and her talk about makeup and stuff she does," Ryan decided as if he was scheduling a play date.

The two were silent for a few minutes, then Ryan spoke up again.

"Guess what? I have a blogg."

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ATWOOD AT LARGE

Where Seth and Luke get an A and We Tell You About Ryan's Day

January 19

Foresight

Hello again, everyone. Thank you for all the comments as usual, but this time thank you again for the two-hundred seventy-six replies to Ryan's posting! He had a lot of fun doing that, as you can tell by his excellent demonstration of caps lock and exclamation points.

Ryan did indeed get his glasses today! And, courtesy of Sandy Cohen this time, we have the pictures to show you of our little bookworm. Actually, you'd be surprised. If glasses would allow it, they still show his inner bad boy. Ryan already told the doctor that his headaches have lessened and his double vision has calmed. The strain on his left eye should be helped as well. One more hurdle crossed, Buddy!

In other big news, Ryan met his roommate, Adam Lindsay today along with his family and girlfriend. Shout out to them as well! They are from West Carson, so not far. Pictures of the Lindsay clan are below, too! They also brought someone to say hi. We are censoring this statement because we know hospital administrators read this…Kai saw Adam off…There might be a picture or two of our pawed friend.

Ryan starts therapy again tomorrow. Although it's uncertain of his exact leaving date, it will probably be within two months. He is making great progress as you all know, but they want to make sure he's safe and won't regress when he gets back home. Get ready for more postings!

We will try to have The King update soon, probably tomorrow or the next day, so stay tune! Speaking of updates…Adam was a Computer Graphics major at UCLA before his injury…Ryan of course told him about our blog and Adam wants to do some consulting. Fine by us. Hopefully Mr. Winslow will let us have another guest blogger…You'll defiantly know the difference.

Keep on getting better, Ryan and we'll see you soon!!

Until next time, this is Cohen and Ward, signing out.

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