Post by Syn on Sept 4, 2014 22:53:59 GMT -5
Tuesday, May 14th 2013.
Northwestern Memorial Hospital, 9:25 AM
Chicago, Ill
A soft sigh escaped Syn’s lips as he placed his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of the hospital room with a tired, bored expression etched onto his face. He had been there since 7 AM this morning, having flown to Chicago from Philadelphia the day before in order to make the appointment that had been set up for him, and had been waiting for the doctor for the better part of the last two hours in silence. As his mind slowly began to descend into boredom, his thoughts had wandered to the reason why he had come here, to the place where nearly everything that is psychologically wrong with him originated: His injured left eye. Charles, at the end of their last little meeting, recommended visiting this place in order to get additional testing done.
While he loathed the idea of going through this....he decided to go along with it and get it done, if only to see how far gone the eye truly was.
For two long years, ever since the Taipei Death Match against Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson, he had been suffering from a persisting eye injury brought on by glass shards embedded deeply in his left eye. He had not allowed it to impact his career or his goals significantly, taking no medical breaks when he was competing. When he did manage to get some time, he had only had some minor surgeries done to alleviate the sharp, stabbing pain that bothered him.
It had done more harm to his eye than good.
Overtime, the combination of the minor surgeries as well as competing on a regular basis without taking any action in healing his injury had resulted in very disastrous effects on not just his eye, but it put his health at a dangerous risk as well. He had lost upwards of at least 50% of the vision in his left eye as of last year, leaving him to wrestle essentially blind. But it seems that that was not the worst of the news. The glass, as it seems, had been slicing deeply into his eye to the point where if any of them were to cut any deeper, they could cut through several veins in his brain, and causes severe, possibly fatal damage to him.
“And as my luck would have it” Syn mused aloud, his lips quirking into a small, annoyed frown “The timing for this could not be at a more undesirable one.”
Despite the unnerving calmness that the words were said with, a glint of annoyance flashed in Syn’s eyes. The timing that this happened, for this lingering injury that he had treated as nothing more than a minor annoyance to become as serious as it has, was troublesome. He had, just weeks prior, managed to do as he had promised within the land of Premium Championship Wrestling: Bringing the company to it’s knees by capturing the grandest prize that it could offer to him in The World Heavyweight Title, and he had done it on PCW’s grandest stage as well. It was Syn’s third World Title Reign in under two years as a professional, a feet that very few, if any, could ever dream of attempting to replicate...
...And it could very well be taken away from him with just one well placed blow to his skull.
The thought of dying, much to Syn’s slight surprise, had caused him to take pause as the idea fully hit him. He could potentially die in the middle of the ring, without so much as a whimper or a cry. For some inexplicable reason, the idea of going in such a way.. no, in going out in any way, seemed to awaken something within him. An emotion that he couldn’t identify right away, yet knew the feeling that it brought about.
It made him feel… torn.
He would not kid himself in any sense of the word when it came to his own morality. At one point in time, he would not have minded dying in this fashion. He had been walking the path of slow, painful suicide by execution for nearly a decade, wanting for someone to be bold enough to attempt to end him. To put him out of the misery that his life had been, and finally just end it all.
But now.....now he had something to live for. Syn paused his thoughts as he glanced at the corner of his eyes at the young woman sleeping in the chair next to the bed he was laying on, a look of fondness and genuine affection in his eyes as he gave a soft smile. The Woman who he had fallen for. Who had warmed his cold, dead heart so much.
The woman who had become his fiancé.
“Brytain..” He thought quietly, staring down fondly at the head of shock pink hair that rested
She had said yes. She had said yes to his proposal, and was now his intended. Just hearing those words repeated within his mind seemed to cause him to feel an emotion he woefully was unfamiliar with. It wasn’t unpleasant, not at all. Syn would dare say that on some level that he… liked it, in a way. Reaching a hand out, he absently ran a hand through her long, pink hair as a rare smile found it’s way onto his face.
How had he had the fortune to have this incredible, wonderful being come into his life? What has he done to deserve the unrelenting, unwavering love and devotion that she so willingly showered upon him? These were all questions that Syn has asked himself repeatedly every moment that they were together, and he very seldom can come up with an answer. From his point of view… she could do far, far better than he, a mess of a man who walks the razor thin line between
A soft moan broke through the silence of the room, causing Syn to glance down at Brytain as she slowly opened her eyes, glancing up at him.
“Hey, you…” She murmured sleepily, bringing her arm up to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. The act brought a soft chuckle from Syn’s lips as he sat up, moving so that he could face her directly while still laying on the bed.
“‘Lo, Britain.” He replied softly, placing his hand against her cheek in an affectionate manner. Almost immediately Syn was greeted with a soft sigh of content as Brytain nuzzled against his palm, looking up at him adoringly.
“How long did I sleep?” She asked, reluctantly moving away from his hand and sitting up as she stifled a yawn. Having flown in immediately following a small promotional tour for PCW, she hadn’t gotten any sleep on the plane. Between that, and her worry for her Fiance’s safety, she stayed up for most of the night. Looking around, Brytain frowned as she noticed that the two of them were still the only people in the room. “Has the doctor been here yet?”
Syn shook his head no, placing an arm under his head as he laid back down. “No one has been in this room since you and I were placed here.” He said calmly, his voice not betraying his annoyance at the fact. “And this was a little over two hours ago.”
“You mean that we’ve… been here without anyone seeing you this entire time?” Brytain asked, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she stared at the door, realizing that the doctor had never shown up in the time she had fallen asleep. The worry she felt slowly began to give away to anger at the fact as she scowled at the door. “We’ve been waiting here to find out when they’re going to perform this surgery on you that has never been done before for two hours”
Standing up, Brytain began to make her way towards the door, fully intent on finding the doctor that had brought them to the room and getting answers out of him. Syn, seeing the state that his fiance was in, quickly rolled off of the bed and wrapped both arms around her from behind, stopping Brytain in her tracks as he held her there.
“Brytain,” He said calmly, placing his head onto her shoulder in an attempt to calm her. “I understand the anger, and it is justified. But I highly doubt that we will receive assistance any quicker by running a muck.”
Brytain continued to glare at the door for a few moments, still somewhat upset by the revelation as she unconsciously leaned into Syn’s comforting touch. After a few tense moments, she let out a soft sigh and tilted her head, looking back up at him with a small pout as her blue eyes shone brightly. “I still don’t know how you do that...”
Syn looked down at her curiously, wondering what she meant from that comment. Seeing his look, Brytain elaborated as she absently nuzzled against his chest. “How you’re able to calm me down with just your touch whenever I’m mad.”
The two lapsed into a comfortable silence after this, simply staring into each other’s eyes as Syn held Brytain in his arms. As he gazed deeply into the eyes of the woman he had come to love so dearly, Syn could not help but contemplate the weight of her words, how he seemingly could calm her with just a touch… and how she could very easily do the same with him.
He never thought it possible that he would have such a positive effect on her in the very little time that they have been seeing one another. It’s very telling of just how close they’ve become, how much they’ve bonded in a little over three months. Both of them were far from the norm as far as couples go, seemingly being at two different ends of the personality spectrum. Two damaged souls, both haunted by their pasts and too irreconcilably damaged to possibly survive a long term relationship. They were never meant to fall in love with one another, let alone somehow form a bond that ran so very deep… but they had. Within three months of becoming an item, they’ve already planned on carving out a life with one another. One that Syn looked forward to seeing come to fruition more than anything.
Slowly turning Brytain around, Syn continued to look deeply into her eyes as he reached down, taking her hands into his own as he gave them a soft squeeze. “I love you, Brytain..” He said softly, his eyes leaving hers.
Brytain smiled up at him, tucking her head underneath his chin and nuzzling against his neck as best she could, being nearly a foot shorter. “Love you more, Michael.” She replied back lovingly, reaching a hand up to run through the long, light blond hair of her husband-to-be. Syn quietly leaned into her touch and closed his eyes as the loving embrace between them continued. Both were so caught up with one another, that neither of them heard the knock at the door before it suddenly flew open.
“Ah, Mr. Syn! Sorry I’m late! I was- ” This was as far as the man got, before he felt the atmosphere in the room change very drastically just seconds after he alerted the two occupants to his presence. It felt much colder than it had moments before, and two vivid, almost breathtaking pairs of eyes suddenly snapped towards him, causing him to take a step back at the glares given to him. Brytain visibly growled at the man, more than a little incensed at his very apparent lateness while Syn merely stared blankly for several seconds. Suddenly, Syn’s eyes closed and he gave a small smile, letting Brytain go as he began to walk towards The Doctor.
“You must be the, uh, esteeeemed doctor that I’ve been informed of, correct?” Syn drawled slightly, causing a shiver to travel down the doctor’s spine as he quickly nodded. The smile on Syn’s face suddenly looked less like a friendly gesture of greeting, and more disturbingly hollow as he stood right in front of The Doctor. “Tis no trouble at all, your being a bit late. It’s a perfectly understandable considering - ”
Syn’s eyes opened slightly,curiosity in his eyes as he looked down at the smaller man. “...What… exactly did you say held you up again?”
“I… unfortunately got held up by another patient.” The Doctor began slowly, unable to stop himself from staring up into the eyes of the young man before him, despite every red flag within his mind telling him that something was wrong here. “I had planned for another doctor to take my place while I tended to the matter -”
“A doctor that never appeared, oddly enough.” Syn interrupted, the polite, soft tone giving way to a cold edge as his eyes bored down into those of The Doctor. A silence fell over the room for several moments, and The Doctor inwardly cringed at the very controlled tone of voice Syn had, as well as the glare leveled at him by the young woman standing just a few feet away from them. Even with the warning that Charles had given him before hand about the mysterious youth that he would be examining, he hadn’t expected such a cold response.
“I believe we have an examination to get underway.” Syn said, interrupting the man’s thoughts. “If you don’t mind, that is.”
Knowing it was better to do as he asked rather than stall, The Doctor quickly put his walked over to Syn and began to ask several standard questions, all having to do with the injured eye. As he droned on quietly, answering each question in as much detail as possible, Syn took in the appearance of the man before him on instinct. He looked, for all intent and purposes, very much the part of the experienced doctor, writing down each answer he received in summarized form and asking follow up questions when a specific detail about his injury or the symptom seemed to stand out. After a few moments, the man frowned as he looked up at Syn quietly.
“Well,” He began, as he glanced over everything that he had written on the clipboard, before looking back down at Syn and Brytain. “The only thing left for us to do is run an x-ray scan to see just how far gone your eye is, and if we’ll be able to to perform this transplant safely without causing any further damage to you and with as few risks as possible… but...”
He gave a sigh, before looking down at the young couple. “I won’t lie to either of you. At the moment, it doesn’t look very promising.” He started. “What we’re talking about doing is a branch of medical procedure that’s never been attempted before and has dozens of risk factors because of that alone. Add to the fact that that it requires us to reattach nerves that are directly linked to the brain, there is a very high chance that you’ll suffer an even more debilitating injury or worse.”
He trailed off, allowing the statement to sink in as he stared down at both of them, taking in their reactions. The concern of what may happen to her fiance was written on Brytain’s face as clear as day. But Syn, to his surprise, didn’t change in his demeanor. No shock, no fear, not even so much as a twinge to give away anything. It was as if he had no qualms with dying or injury whatsoever. He would be lying if he said it was not impressive that Syn was able to keep his composure and remain as stoic as he had.The Doctor watched as Syn took Brytain’s hand into his own, presumably to calm her down and offer a bit of comfort as looked back up at him.
“I’m well aware of the risks,” Syn started carefully, looking him right in the eyes. “And what may happen to me as a result. But I still intend to go through with this.”
The Doctor stared for several seconds, before nodding slowly as he turned towards the door. “If you two will follow me, I’ll show you to the X-Ray Room and we’ll begin the testings.”
Syn gave a curt nod as the doctor left the room, before glancing down at Brytain as he wondered what it was that she was thinking. She looked back up at him, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she gave him an anxious stare. “Are you sure you want to..?” She muttered softly, trailing off as she looked up at him. She wanted Syn to be able to see fully, to not be hampered by an injury that could end up blinding him for life or worse, killing him in the long run. But with everything that she’s heard so far, it sounded like the surgery would have just as much, if not more of a chance of damaging him than the injury.
Syn looked down at her silently, allowing everything to swirl about within his mind as he thought on the issue. There is no guarantee that he would be able to see perfectly and regain the sight he has lost unless this surgery is done without flaw. But that in itself would be all but impossible. This surgery has never been attempted, never been put into practice and had many risks and outcomes that did not favor him in the slightest. He could die on the table, just for the attempt of replacing his injured eye, almost easier than he would if he went ahead and kept it.
Giving her hand another squeeze, Syn frowned slightly as he looked down at Brytain. “Yes.” He muttered quietly. “I’m sure, Love. I want to go through with this. The risks are noted, and the possible end results I’m aware of.”
Reaching his free hand up, Syn caressed Brytain’s cheek affectionately as something flickers in his eyes. “I want the pleasure of being able to see the woman I care so deeply for every morning when I wake without half of my view shrouded in darkness. I want to be able to see you… all of you.”
Brytain seemed taken aback by the words at first, shocked that Syn, who is normally reserved and private with his feelings for her, was now openly showering her with affection. A bright smile found it’s way onto her face as she leaned up and kissed him softly, before she lead him out of the room. The scene ended with Syn giving a slight smile in response to the action as they headed down the hallway, and followed after the doctor towards the X-Ray Room.
Northwestern Memorial Hospital, 9:25 AM
Chicago, Ill
A soft sigh escaped Syn’s lips as he placed his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of the hospital room with a tired, bored expression etched onto his face. He had been there since 7 AM this morning, having flown to Chicago from Philadelphia the day before in order to make the appointment that had been set up for him, and had been waiting for the doctor for the better part of the last two hours in silence. As his mind slowly began to descend into boredom, his thoughts had wandered to the reason why he had come here, to the place where nearly everything that is psychologically wrong with him originated: His injured left eye. Charles, at the end of their last little meeting, recommended visiting this place in order to get additional testing done.
While he loathed the idea of going through this....he decided to go along with it and get it done, if only to see how far gone the eye truly was.
For two long years, ever since the Taipei Death Match against Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson, he had been suffering from a persisting eye injury brought on by glass shards embedded deeply in his left eye. He had not allowed it to impact his career or his goals significantly, taking no medical breaks when he was competing. When he did manage to get some time, he had only had some minor surgeries done to alleviate the sharp, stabbing pain that bothered him.
It had done more harm to his eye than good.
Overtime, the combination of the minor surgeries as well as competing on a regular basis without taking any action in healing his injury had resulted in very disastrous effects on not just his eye, but it put his health at a dangerous risk as well. He had lost upwards of at least 50% of the vision in his left eye as of last year, leaving him to wrestle essentially blind. But it seems that that was not the worst of the news. The glass, as it seems, had been slicing deeply into his eye to the point where if any of them were to cut any deeper, they could cut through several veins in his brain, and causes severe, possibly fatal damage to him.
“And as my luck would have it” Syn mused aloud, his lips quirking into a small, annoyed frown “The timing for this could not be at a more undesirable one.”
Despite the unnerving calmness that the words were said with, a glint of annoyance flashed in Syn’s eyes. The timing that this happened, for this lingering injury that he had treated as nothing more than a minor annoyance to become as serious as it has, was troublesome. He had, just weeks prior, managed to do as he had promised within the land of Premium Championship Wrestling: Bringing the company to it’s knees by capturing the grandest prize that it could offer to him in The World Heavyweight Title, and he had done it on PCW’s grandest stage as well. It was Syn’s third World Title Reign in under two years as a professional, a feet that very few, if any, could ever dream of attempting to replicate...
...And it could very well be taken away from him with just one well placed blow to his skull.
The thought of dying, much to Syn’s slight surprise, had caused him to take pause as the idea fully hit him. He could potentially die in the middle of the ring, without so much as a whimper or a cry. For some inexplicable reason, the idea of going in such a way.. no, in going out in any way, seemed to awaken something within him. An emotion that he couldn’t identify right away, yet knew the feeling that it brought about.
It made him feel… torn.
He would not kid himself in any sense of the word when it came to his own morality. At one point in time, he would not have minded dying in this fashion. He had been walking the path of slow, painful suicide by execution for nearly a decade, wanting for someone to be bold enough to attempt to end him. To put him out of the misery that his life had been, and finally just end it all.
But now.....now he had something to live for. Syn paused his thoughts as he glanced at the corner of his eyes at the young woman sleeping in the chair next to the bed he was laying on, a look of fondness and genuine affection in his eyes as he gave a soft smile. The Woman who he had fallen for. Who had warmed his cold, dead heart so much.
The woman who had become his fiancé.
“Brytain..” He thought quietly, staring down fondly at the head of shock pink hair that rested
She had said yes. She had said yes to his proposal, and was now his intended. Just hearing those words repeated within his mind seemed to cause him to feel an emotion he woefully was unfamiliar with. It wasn’t unpleasant, not at all. Syn would dare say that on some level that he… liked it, in a way. Reaching a hand out, he absently ran a hand through her long, pink hair as a rare smile found it’s way onto his face.
How had he had the fortune to have this incredible, wonderful being come into his life? What has he done to deserve the unrelenting, unwavering love and devotion that she so willingly showered upon him? These were all questions that Syn has asked himself repeatedly every moment that they were together, and he very seldom can come up with an answer. From his point of view… she could do far, far better than he, a mess of a man who walks the razor thin line between
A soft moan broke through the silence of the room, causing Syn to glance down at Brytain as she slowly opened her eyes, glancing up at him.
“Hey, you…” She murmured sleepily, bringing her arm up to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. The act brought a soft chuckle from Syn’s lips as he sat up, moving so that he could face her directly while still laying on the bed.
“‘Lo, Britain.” He replied softly, placing his hand against her cheek in an affectionate manner. Almost immediately Syn was greeted with a soft sigh of content as Brytain nuzzled against his palm, looking up at him adoringly.
“How long did I sleep?” She asked, reluctantly moving away from his hand and sitting up as she stifled a yawn. Having flown in immediately following a small promotional tour for PCW, she hadn’t gotten any sleep on the plane. Between that, and her worry for her Fiance’s safety, she stayed up for most of the night. Looking around, Brytain frowned as she noticed that the two of them were still the only people in the room. “Has the doctor been here yet?”
Syn shook his head no, placing an arm under his head as he laid back down. “No one has been in this room since you and I were placed here.” He said calmly, his voice not betraying his annoyance at the fact. “And this was a little over two hours ago.”
“You mean that we’ve… been here without anyone seeing you this entire time?” Brytain asked, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she stared at the door, realizing that the doctor had never shown up in the time she had fallen asleep. The worry she felt slowly began to give away to anger at the fact as she scowled at the door. “We’ve been waiting here to find out when they’re going to perform this surgery on you that has never been done before for two hours”
Standing up, Brytain began to make her way towards the door, fully intent on finding the doctor that had brought them to the room and getting answers out of him. Syn, seeing the state that his fiance was in, quickly rolled off of the bed and wrapped both arms around her from behind, stopping Brytain in her tracks as he held her there.
“Brytain,” He said calmly, placing his head onto her shoulder in an attempt to calm her. “I understand the anger, and it is justified. But I highly doubt that we will receive assistance any quicker by running a muck.”
Brytain continued to glare at the door for a few moments, still somewhat upset by the revelation as she unconsciously leaned into Syn’s comforting touch. After a few tense moments, she let out a soft sigh and tilted her head, looking back up at him with a small pout as her blue eyes shone brightly. “I still don’t know how you do that...”
Syn looked down at her curiously, wondering what she meant from that comment. Seeing his look, Brytain elaborated as she absently nuzzled against his chest. “How you’re able to calm me down with just your touch whenever I’m mad.”
The two lapsed into a comfortable silence after this, simply staring into each other’s eyes as Syn held Brytain in his arms. As he gazed deeply into the eyes of the woman he had come to love so dearly, Syn could not help but contemplate the weight of her words, how he seemingly could calm her with just a touch… and how she could very easily do the same with him.
He never thought it possible that he would have such a positive effect on her in the very little time that they have been seeing one another. It’s very telling of just how close they’ve become, how much they’ve bonded in a little over three months. Both of them were far from the norm as far as couples go, seemingly being at two different ends of the personality spectrum. Two damaged souls, both haunted by their pasts and too irreconcilably damaged to possibly survive a long term relationship. They were never meant to fall in love with one another, let alone somehow form a bond that ran so very deep… but they had. Within three months of becoming an item, they’ve already planned on carving out a life with one another. One that Syn looked forward to seeing come to fruition more than anything.
Slowly turning Brytain around, Syn continued to look deeply into her eyes as he reached down, taking her hands into his own as he gave them a soft squeeze. “I love you, Brytain..” He said softly, his eyes leaving hers.
Brytain smiled up at him, tucking her head underneath his chin and nuzzling against his neck as best she could, being nearly a foot shorter. “Love you more, Michael.” She replied back lovingly, reaching a hand up to run through the long, light blond hair of her husband-to-be. Syn quietly leaned into her touch and closed his eyes as the loving embrace between them continued. Both were so caught up with one another, that neither of them heard the knock at the door before it suddenly flew open.
“Ah, Mr. Syn! Sorry I’m late! I was- ” This was as far as the man got, before he felt the atmosphere in the room change very drastically just seconds after he alerted the two occupants to his presence. It felt much colder than it had moments before, and two vivid, almost breathtaking pairs of eyes suddenly snapped towards him, causing him to take a step back at the glares given to him. Brytain visibly growled at the man, more than a little incensed at his very apparent lateness while Syn merely stared blankly for several seconds. Suddenly, Syn’s eyes closed and he gave a small smile, letting Brytain go as he began to walk towards The Doctor.
“You must be the, uh, esteeeemed doctor that I’ve been informed of, correct?” Syn drawled slightly, causing a shiver to travel down the doctor’s spine as he quickly nodded. The smile on Syn’s face suddenly looked less like a friendly gesture of greeting, and more disturbingly hollow as he stood right in front of The Doctor. “Tis no trouble at all, your being a bit late. It’s a perfectly understandable considering - ”
Syn’s eyes opened slightly,curiosity in his eyes as he looked down at the smaller man. “...What… exactly did you say held you up again?”
“I… unfortunately got held up by another patient.” The Doctor began slowly, unable to stop himself from staring up into the eyes of the young man before him, despite every red flag within his mind telling him that something was wrong here. “I had planned for another doctor to take my place while I tended to the matter -”
“A doctor that never appeared, oddly enough.” Syn interrupted, the polite, soft tone giving way to a cold edge as his eyes bored down into those of The Doctor. A silence fell over the room for several moments, and The Doctor inwardly cringed at the very controlled tone of voice Syn had, as well as the glare leveled at him by the young woman standing just a few feet away from them. Even with the warning that Charles had given him before hand about the mysterious youth that he would be examining, he hadn’t expected such a cold response.
“I believe we have an examination to get underway.” Syn said, interrupting the man’s thoughts. “If you don’t mind, that is.”
Knowing it was better to do as he asked rather than stall, The Doctor quickly put his walked over to Syn and began to ask several standard questions, all having to do with the injured eye. As he droned on quietly, answering each question in as much detail as possible, Syn took in the appearance of the man before him on instinct. He looked, for all intent and purposes, very much the part of the experienced doctor, writing down each answer he received in summarized form and asking follow up questions when a specific detail about his injury or the symptom seemed to stand out. After a few moments, the man frowned as he looked up at Syn quietly.
“Well,” He began, as he glanced over everything that he had written on the clipboard, before looking back down at Syn and Brytain. “The only thing left for us to do is run an x-ray scan to see just how far gone your eye is, and if we’ll be able to to perform this transplant safely without causing any further damage to you and with as few risks as possible… but...”
He gave a sigh, before looking down at the young couple. “I won’t lie to either of you. At the moment, it doesn’t look very promising.” He started. “What we’re talking about doing is a branch of medical procedure that’s never been attempted before and has dozens of risk factors because of that alone. Add to the fact that that it requires us to reattach nerves that are directly linked to the brain, there is a very high chance that you’ll suffer an even more debilitating injury or worse.”
He trailed off, allowing the statement to sink in as he stared down at both of them, taking in their reactions. The concern of what may happen to her fiance was written on Brytain’s face as clear as day. But Syn, to his surprise, didn’t change in his demeanor. No shock, no fear, not even so much as a twinge to give away anything. It was as if he had no qualms with dying or injury whatsoever. He would be lying if he said it was not impressive that Syn was able to keep his composure and remain as stoic as he had.The Doctor watched as Syn took Brytain’s hand into his own, presumably to calm her down and offer a bit of comfort as looked back up at him.
“I’m well aware of the risks,” Syn started carefully, looking him right in the eyes. “And what may happen to me as a result. But I still intend to go through with this.”
The Doctor stared for several seconds, before nodding slowly as he turned towards the door. “If you two will follow me, I’ll show you to the X-Ray Room and we’ll begin the testings.”
Syn gave a curt nod as the doctor left the room, before glancing down at Brytain as he wondered what it was that she was thinking. She looked back up at him, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she gave him an anxious stare. “Are you sure you want to..?” She muttered softly, trailing off as she looked up at him. She wanted Syn to be able to see fully, to not be hampered by an injury that could end up blinding him for life or worse, killing him in the long run. But with everything that she’s heard so far, it sounded like the surgery would have just as much, if not more of a chance of damaging him than the injury.
Syn looked down at her silently, allowing everything to swirl about within his mind as he thought on the issue. There is no guarantee that he would be able to see perfectly and regain the sight he has lost unless this surgery is done without flaw. But that in itself would be all but impossible. This surgery has never been attempted, never been put into practice and had many risks and outcomes that did not favor him in the slightest. He could die on the table, just for the attempt of replacing his injured eye, almost easier than he would if he went ahead and kept it.
Giving her hand another squeeze, Syn frowned slightly as he looked down at Brytain. “Yes.” He muttered quietly. “I’m sure, Love. I want to go through with this. The risks are noted, and the possible end results I’m aware of.”
Reaching his free hand up, Syn caressed Brytain’s cheek affectionately as something flickers in his eyes. “I want the pleasure of being able to see the woman I care so deeply for every morning when I wake without half of my view shrouded in darkness. I want to be able to see you… all of you.”
Brytain seemed taken aback by the words at first, shocked that Syn, who is normally reserved and private with his feelings for her, was now openly showering her with affection. A bright smile found it’s way onto her face as she leaned up and kissed him softly, before she lead him out of the room. The scene ended with Syn giving a slight smile in response to the action as they headed down the hallway, and followed after the doctor towards the X-Ray Room.