Ryan pulled out his wallet and took out his wedding picture and stared at Kelly. She looked so beautiful, and he had never seen her so happy. She was radiant, and everyone had commented on the glow on her face. Her veil looked like a halo, and he swore she planned it that way. They had promised to love each other through good times and bad, and through sickness and health, and those vows would certainly be tested like never before.
Michael sat beside Ryan. "Is there anything I can do for you buddy?"
"Can you turn back the clock and make this all go away?"
"I would if I could. You know how I feel about you and Kelly. You're like the little brother I never had. Or the son I always wanted. If there's anything you need you just tell me. You want a cup of coffee?"
"All I want is for Bailey to have her mother come home to her tonight and hold her and tell her everything's going to be all right. Can you make that happen, Michael? Can you?" Ryan stared at his boss.
Michael's strong suit was his people skills, and he understood very well why he was being yelled at the moment. He had pretty broad shoulders, and could take whatever Ryan threw his way. Whatever made him feel better, that's what he was there for.
"Hey, she's in good hands, and she's going to get better, and she's going to be just as beautiful as she ever was, and she's going to come home to the ones who love her. And you and Bailey are going to have the woman you have always known and cared about, and nothing about this is going is going to change that. Beauty is on the inside, and if you believe that, Kelly is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Let's see, she loves you more than anything, she's a wonderful mother, she's a great employee, she's fun, she's verbal.."
Ryan smiled. "Thanks, Michael. You're right. She's going to be okay, isn't she?"
"You have my word she's going to be okay. And have I ever lied to you?"
Normally, Ryan only tolerated Michael, he never did forget his little obsession with him, and he was quite the oddball. But his kind heart was appreciated, even though Ryan was not the sentimental type. But Ryan knew what Michael liked. He leaned forward and gave Michael a hug, and Michael smiled wide, in spite of the grim situation.
Jim approached the two guys.
"Sorry to break this up, what's going on?"
Ryan cleared his throat and pulled away from Michael. "Where's Bailey?"
"She's with Pam. Everything's under control."
"Well it doesn't look great, but she'll be okay. She's resting now. She's pretty banged up. I hate to say it, but I couldn't stay in there longer than a minute…I'm still the same old Ryan that I've always been," he sighed.
"You know, I don't know what I would do if that were Pam in there," Jim commented. "I don't know if I would be able to handle it. I might be out here hanging with Michael if I were you too."
"Whatever Jim. You're perfect. You and Pam are perfect. You'd be by her side holding her hand, telling her how beautiful she is and staying by her side. Me, I can even hardly look at her. I don't know what's wrong with me," Ryan replied.
"It's okay," Michael told him. "You do what you have to do. You'll get through it. We'll help you. Kelly knows you love her. She's always known that."
Ryan didn't say anything. He knew he had a lot of thinking to do. He'd grown up a lot since having a family, but this would force him to change everything that he'd ever believed about himself, and he wasn't sure he would like it.