Ignoring the Vic/John of it all, robron post Corriedale. ___
"Here's your prescription for painkillers," the doctor said, handing the medication over to Aaron. "You're free to go."
"Thanks," Aaron said, grabbing his jacket, an arm still around his sore and tender ribs. He held the door open for Robert who stumbled into it. Aaron frowned at him. "You all right?"
"I'm fine, I just..." Robert shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I've called a taxi for us, given my cars written off." Aaron nodded, working their way out the hospital. Something was off with Robert, something Aaron couldn't place. His eyes weren't quite right, almost looking straight through him.
In the back of the taxi, Aaron turned to him. "What is it? Why can't you look at me?"
"It's not you," Robert said tiredly.
"Did I... do you not want to marry me?" Aaron said, feeling hollow. "If you don't..."
"I do," Robert said surely, gripping his hand. "Of course I do."
"Then what is it?"
Robert sighed. "I can't see," he said, squeezing Aaron's hand. "Ever since I came around and went after you and John? Everything's blurry and..." Robert swallowed. "I can't really see you."
Aaron froze. "Is this... after I punched you out?" His voice was faint.
"Aaron, don't..."
"So, yes then," he said. "You can't see?"
"I think I've got concussion," he said. "My vision... it's not returned yet."
