"He's ok"

The words sent relief throughout Ryan's body. He could have killed him. Ryan mentally punched himself. What was wrong with him? Everything. That's what.

How could he do something like that? Ryan was greedy. That's what he was, a greedy-

"Mr. Ross?"

Ryan stood like a deer in headlights. He was frightened out of his mind when his name was called. "Sir, are you alright?" Ryan was tripping over his words. "Why-yeah, why wouldn't I be"

"Mr. Ross are you dizzy?" "Just a little, but I'm f-" Ryan groaned in pain, stumbling backwards. The nurse caught him, seating him in one of the chairs and handing him a throw up bucket. "Wait here while I get the doctor"

Ryan was left with Jon, and a sick feeling of guilt in his stomach.

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