As soon as they got home Ryan went to bed, clearly exhausted by todays event.
"I don't like it that he stays in the poolhouse anymore" Kirsten said.
"Honey, he's fine. He had Asthma his whole life just because now we know about doesn't mean he has to change his sleeping accomodation" Sandy said.
"But Sandy, he had a mild attack this morning and he didn't call for us nor let us know anything. What if he can't calm himself down? What if he can't reach his inhaler in time! We could loose him not knowing if he is still breathing!" Kirsten said worried.
"Maybe that's why he doesn't like us knowing. Kirsten, he doesn't want you to worry even though we do. You can't take away his privacy at the poolhouse" Sandy said.
"What about his knee, in the fog he could easily miss a step and bring further damage to himself." Kirsten said.
"Kirsten, sweetie. You worry to much! I tell you what, what if we ask him to stay inside until this weather is over. The doctor and Ryan both said that was the reason that triggered his Asthma in the first place" Sandy said.
Kirsten sighed.
"Thank you" she said.
Sandy walked over towards the poolhouse. He had to give credits to Kirsten cause he himself stumbled over the unseeable stairs. He knocked on the door and when nobody answered he walked in. There was a lump under the sheets and the only thing seeable was a bit of sandy colored hair sticking out from underneeth. Sandy smiled but faded when he listened to the wheezing and haggering of Ryan's breathing. He walked over and carefully patted Ryan's shoulder.
"Ryan, Ryan, wake up" Sandy said.
Ryan carefully opened his wary eyes and stared up.
"San.." Ryan started confused but couldn't finish when without warning he rolled over on his back and pinched his eyes shut to try and control his breathing as it was failing him again.
"Ryan?" Sandy asked panicked not knowing what to do.
Ryan didn't answer and when Sandy was about to bolt and get help he reached out for Sandy's hand. Drawing Sandy's attention to him.
"I'm fine" he said.
Sandy sighed thankfully and stared at Ryan.
"You sure? Do you need your inhaler?" Sandy asked worried.
"No, I'm fine. What's up?" Ryan asked embarrassed that he just lost his breathing in front of his foster parent.
"Uh, Kirsten and I would like you in the house. Don't worry, it's just until the weather clears up." Sandy said.
"Okay. Let me just take a shower and I'll come in. What time is it?" Ryan asked.
"about seven thirty. We will have the guest room ready" Sandy said, slowly and cautiously leaving the pool house and entering the kitchen again.
"And?" Kirsten asked curious, new sheets already in her hands.
"He'll come inside, he's taking a shower. I'm gonna make a quick phone call" Sandy said already on his way to his study when Kirsten called for him.
"Sandy? A phone call? What happened? Kirsten asked.
"Uh, nothing"
"Sandy!" Kirsten said irritated.
"The kid lost his breath waking up, I wanna know if there's something we can do to stop that from happening" Sandy said.
"He what? Is he alright, does he need his inhaler, Sandy? I'm going to go check on him" Kirsten said worried.
"No, honey! He's fine, have a little trust in him. Make up the bed, I'm just going to call" Sandy said.
15 minutes later Ryan was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee. Kirsten standing opposite him. Obviously she'd said something as Seth entered the kitchen.
"Hey man, what did you do?" he asked starring at the scene in front of him.
"Nothing" Ryan muttered.
At that moment Sandy walked in as well.
"Ryan, I called your doctor and he said you should try and sleep either completely on your stomach or on your back with a pillow in your lower back. It'll help you breathe" Sandy said.
"Did you...?" Seth asked scarred at him fathers words. It was scary to know that Ryan had trouble breathing and now it had happened while he was sleeping? How could a person forget how to breathe?
"No, Seth. I'm fine" Ryan said.
"Oh okay, good. Lets go to the den, the play station is calling out for us!" Seth said.
Ryan thankfully followed Seth out of the kitchen leaving Sandy and Kirsten's worried faces.
Once they sat down and played over some time, Ryan notice Seth glaring at him once so often. At and one point it was just irritating. He knew why, because he was still wheezing horribly.
"Seth!" he grumbled.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You keep looking at me!" Ryan said irritating.
"Yeah, sorry. So what happened scarred me a little bit" Seth said.
That was unexpected.
"Seth, I'm not gonna drop down and stop breathing, alright?" Ryan said, immediately feeling guilty after all the guy was only concerned.
"Sorry. I just, its no fun for me either. Just, if something happens I'll let you know... alright" Ryan said.
Immediately Seth grinned but kept it seriously as in seriously for Seth.
"Ok" he said and they continued they game.
When Sandy and Kirsten walked into the den, Seth was still happily playing games as Ryan was slumped on his side of the couch still wheezing badly and fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Hey boys" Kirsten said.
Both heads shot up and Ryan immediately struggled to sit up better and catch his breath as it hitched. Sandy and Kirsten both shared concerned glances.
"Ow, Ryan. 'rents on the concernment tour" Seth said teasingly and Ryan shot him his famous glare.
"Ryan, why don't you go to bed. You had a long day, you look exhausted." Kirsten said.
Ryan wanted to protest but knew when he was fighting a lost case. He nodded and stood up.
"Good night" he said as he exited the room.
Sandy walked after him.
"Don't forget about the pillow and if something happens call for us Ryan, ok?" he asked already knowing that Ryan would never wake them up but having offered it felt good each time.
"I won't and I will, Sandy. Good night" Ryan said as he entered the guest room. Once door closed he sighed and started undressing. He took a shower and gingerly rearranged the brace around his knee again. He got a wife beater and sweats on and climbed in bed. First he just lay on his back and closed his eyes but after a beat he took one of the many pillows and pushed it in his lower back and closed his eyes again.
AN: Took me long, I'm horrible at remembering stuff. But I'm back, it's christmas vacation and I promise more to come! R&R