Nighty- Two

Ryan cracked his eyes open, feeling refreshed. His joints and bones felt free, he took in a deep breath without his lungs feeling like they were being hit by a golf club.

He let out a breathy chuckle, using his left hand to rub over his rib cage.

“How are you feeling, son?” Evans’s warm hands caressed his cheek, his head and glasses coming into view.

He was so close to his face that Ryan thought he could count his wrinkles and pores.

Ryan laughed, more because he could and he was just grateful to be alive. He used his palms to elevate himself from his bed and sat up, facing Turner and Evans.

“Better than ever,” He sported a cheeky grin, stretching his arms for proof. Evans smiled at him but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

Ryan thought it to be worry or concern so he shrugged it off. Meanwhile, Evans was still plagued by guilt thinking that he put Ryan's life at risk for nothing.

Learning that Jessica was working without Smith was a huge blow to his ego and he couldn't qui