Prognosis

"Any time," Clint added as Ryan prepared to leave. He smiled as they wandered to the door. "Don't hesitate to swing by in case the crowd gets to be too much while you're here." 

Once she had left, he glanced down at Wendy. She seemed happy tonight. Was it just from having a different sort of evening? What was that look in her eye? She was looking at him differently, but he couldn't put his finger on it. 

Turning to face her so he could put his arms around her waist and pull her against him, he grinned. "Your eyes are smiling... how come?" 


Pete shook his head at Ron's apology. "Not your fault. You're just here to do your job and... you walked into a mess." A grin slipped out. "Hopefully you won't run away screaming after your first week here." He cocked his head. "But... I have a feeling you're too stubborn for that." 

He glanced back at the list. "If you want a rundown of any profiles before calling them in, I can tell you anything you want about anybody. Just so you can get a feel for them, or why I put them in that order on the list." He ran a finger over the names. He hated to question Garret without Nate present but... maybe it would actually be better that way. 


"He's progressing well." JT stood in the doorway of the security room, addressing Sam and Hal both about Aaron. "That little tumble yesterday didn't do any good but it didn't cause any real damage either." 

Hal nodded slowly. "We found out he's been up in the nights, exercising his knee himself."

"I know." 

Hal quirked an eyebrow. "You do?"

"Of course." JT crossed his arms and grinned. "I can tell he's been working on it."

"Well why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I wanted him to do it." JT shook his head. "If I would have told him to exercise, he never would have just because I told him to. But as long as he thinks he's getting away with something, he'll do it. So don't tell him I know."

Hal smirked. He'd underestimated the doctor. "Last two nights he's quit though."

"How come?"

"Not sure. Depression, I'd say, but that's Justin's department."

"What from?"

"Finding out the Agency doesn't care about him."

"Ah." JT glanced over at Sam. "Well... if he can keep working out, it would be good. Just don't tell him I'm the one who said it." 

"Any change in the prognosis?" Hal questioned.

JT pursed his lips grimly. "Not that I can foresee. At this rate, best case scenario, he'll be mobile and walk with a limp. Running probably wouldn't be possible. What I'm predicting though, is mobility with use of a cane. Miracles happen - I've seen it. But... I'm not seeing it this time. If he doesn't keep up with therapy and exercising though, he's not going to be able to bear any weight on it at all. It will be too weak to hold him, and it'll be crutches or a wheelchair the rest of his life." 


"Okay. So... yellows and... blues." Carson sat on the edge of Misty's desk and flopped the paint swatches down in front of her on top of her paperwork, not caring what he was interrupting. They'd been talking about colors for the kitchen, and he was letting her pick. "Oh." He reached in his back pocket and pulled out another swatch. "Greens. Just in case you change your mind...again."  He grinned, his eyes twinkling out from under his ball cap.