fic: (untitled)
Title: (untitled)
Author: terebi_ko
Rating: G
Pairing: Ray/Walt.
Summary: A kid got hit in front of them, and Ray's vision just turns black.
The last thing Ray saw is the little red haired boy dropping his ball from his hand, the blue sedan’s bumper only a mere millimeter apart from the boy’s small body, and a very loud and piercing screeching sound.
Of course the undoubted sound of something breaking comes to his sense too, but by that time his already lost his other sense. And he just stood there like a statue in darkness.
“Holy shit, did you see that?” He heard Walt’s voice from his right. “Ray?” He asked when Ray didn’t say anything. And then, “Oh, shit.”
Ray could only guess that Walt had probably walked a few steps ahead of him when it happened. Because even in the midst of hysteria, voices of people on the street calling “911!!”, screams and sobs that came from women mostly, he can still here Walt’s hurried steps running toward him.
He stretched out his arm in the direction that he could only guess is where Walt is because he can still only see black. It’s getting worse these days, ever since he got back from Iraq a few months ago. At first it was just a blurred vision after waking up on a nightmare. But he quickly dismissed it. His eyes is probably taking some time to catch up with the rest of his body. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
He never told Walt.
Not until one day when they were on the couch, watching late night TV. And then the news on the war came. The sound of gunfire and images of blood had became too much for Ray and he just lost it. Walt would probably not notice his sudden lost of sight if Ray weren’t in the middle of pouring him another beer. Because one minute Walt is presenting his glass to Ray. The next minute he realized his hand is wet because Ray is pouring the beer into his the carpet instead of into the glass. And Ray’s eyes weren’t even away from the glass.
After apologizing, and some attempt to make excuses (“My mind got caught up about something”, or something like that), Ray eventually told Walt, beer bottle still in hand, empty eyes directed at somewhere behind Walt’s shoulder.
Walt didn’t know what to do. They both didn’t. But Walt just put his glass on the table, took the bottle out of Ray’s hand and ignoring the mess on the carpet, he pulled Ray to his side and hugged him. “It’s okay.” He said to Ray’s dark crown. “You’re gonna be okay.” And then after a while, just sitting there half cradled by Walt, he’d calmed down, and it’s all normal again.
And now, just like always when it happens, Ray stops mid track. Standing on the pavement, arm stretched out and whispering, “Walt.” His voice seemed caught up in his throat. He called him again.
“Ray. Oh, shit. I’m here, I’m here.” Walt kept saying, dread in his voice. He grabbed Ray’s outstretched arm and squeezed it. Perhaps as an assurance that he is there.
He blinked and swallow a lump on his throat before asking, “Is the boy okay?”
The long pause that took Walt to answer him, and the sound of siren, is the answer Ray needs to know. He lift his other arm to reach out for Walt’s face but instead it landed on what he could only guess as Walt’s chest.
“Let’s go home, Ray.” Walt said. But to his surprise Ray shook his head.
“No,” He pats Walt’s chest. “Let’s just stand here for a moment. It’ll be back soon.” He said, referring to his sight. He doesn’t need his eyes to look at Walt’s disagreeing face.
So Walt just lowered Ray’s hand that’s grabbing on his chest, take a step away to move to Ray’s side, and stand there with him. They both had their eyes to the road where the accident happened. But Walt is the one who had to see the little boy lying lifeless on the asphalt, arms twisted in an unnatural way, blood gushing from his head.
And Ray knows this. Because while his sight is lost, he can still hear the sharp intake of breath Walt just took and the muscle in his arm that suddenly tensed.
He’s starting to regret asking Walt to stand there when Walt said, “I’m glad you can’t see this.”
This time, it is Ray who gripped Walt’s hand. And then he said, “It’s okay, Walt. You’re going to be okay.”
Author: terebi_ko
Rating: G
Pairing: Ray/Walt.
Summary: A kid got hit in front of them, and Ray's vision just turns black.
The last thing Ray saw is the little red haired boy dropping his ball from his hand, the blue sedan’s bumper only a mere millimeter apart from the boy’s small body, and a very loud and piercing screeching sound.
Of course the undoubted sound of something breaking comes to his sense too, but by that time his already lost his other sense. And he just stood there like a statue in darkness.
“Holy shit, did you see that?” He heard Walt’s voice from his right. “Ray?” He asked when Ray didn’t say anything. And then, “Oh, shit.”
Ray could only guess that Walt had probably walked a few steps ahead of him when it happened. Because even in the midst of hysteria, voices of people on the street calling “911!!”, screams and sobs that came from women mostly, he can still here Walt’s hurried steps running toward him.
He stretched out his arm in the direction that he could only guess is where Walt is because he can still only see black. It’s getting worse these days, ever since he got back from Iraq a few months ago. At first it was just a blurred vision after waking up on a nightmare. But he quickly dismissed it. His eyes is probably taking some time to catch up with the rest of his body. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
He never told Walt.
Not until one day when they were on the couch, watching late night TV. And then the news on the war came. The sound of gunfire and images of blood had became too much for Ray and he just lost it. Walt would probably not notice his sudden lost of sight if Ray weren’t in the middle of pouring him another beer. Because one minute Walt is presenting his glass to Ray. The next minute he realized his hand is wet because Ray is pouring the beer into his the carpet instead of into the glass. And Ray’s eyes weren’t even away from the glass.
After apologizing, and some attempt to make excuses (“My mind got caught up about something”, or something like that), Ray eventually told Walt, beer bottle still in hand, empty eyes directed at somewhere behind Walt’s shoulder.
Walt didn’t know what to do. They both didn’t. But Walt just put his glass on the table, took the bottle out of Ray’s hand and ignoring the mess on the carpet, he pulled Ray to his side and hugged him. “It’s okay.” He said to Ray’s dark crown. “You’re gonna be okay.” And then after a while, just sitting there half cradled by Walt, he’d calmed down, and it’s all normal again.
And now, just like always when it happens, Ray stops mid track. Standing on the pavement, arm stretched out and whispering, “Walt.” His voice seemed caught up in his throat. He called him again.
“Ray. Oh, shit. I’m here, I’m here.” Walt kept saying, dread in his voice. He grabbed Ray’s outstretched arm and squeezed it. Perhaps as an assurance that he is there.
He blinked and swallow a lump on his throat before asking, “Is the boy okay?”
The long pause that took Walt to answer him, and the sound of siren, is the answer Ray needs to know. He lift his other arm to reach out for Walt’s face but instead it landed on what he could only guess as Walt’s chest.
“Let’s go home, Ray.” Walt said. But to his surprise Ray shook his head.
“No,” He pats Walt’s chest. “Let’s just stand here for a moment. It’ll be back soon.” He said, referring to his sight. He doesn’t need his eyes to look at Walt’s disagreeing face.
So Walt just lowered Ray’s hand that’s grabbing on his chest, take a step away to move to Ray’s side, and stand there with him. They both had their eyes to the road where the accident happened. But Walt is the one who had to see the little boy lying lifeless on the asphalt, arms twisted in an unnatural way, blood gushing from his head.
And Ray knows this. Because while his sight is lost, he can still hear the sharp intake of breath Walt just took and the muscle in his arm that suddenly tensed.
He’s starting to regret asking Walt to stand there when Walt said, “I’m glad you can’t see this.”
This time, it is Ray who gripped Walt’s hand. And then he said, “It’s okay, Walt. You’re going to be okay.”