<strong>Ruth</strong><br/><br/>Makes sense. Should've figured an open-ended pay offer would mean the big guy himself was the one in need of help. Pretty badly, too, from the sound of it: eye damage is no joke. That shit's damn near paralyzing and hard to fix if it's serious. Can't exactly stitch a cut eye back together and expect it to work.<br/><br/>No sense worrying about how bad it might be before she gets a look at the damage, so Ruth up and hauls her kit over to where Havel's idling, sets it down and gets to work. "Hold still," is all she says, close enough to Havel that he should take the hint it's her hands that start touching his face. He'd called it a "whammy," not exactly the most specific term, so surface wounds are the first thing to check for: just gently moving and stretching the skin around his eyes, looking for any cuts, burns, that kind of thing that might not have been real obvious right away, then moving on to getting a good look at the eyes themselves - which, all things considered, don't look too bad for having been through a messy gunfight.<br/><br/>Okay, so probably not direct impact damage. Let's see just how bad he's doing. She holds a hand up in front of his face. "Follow my finger. Don't turn your head, just track it with your eyes." Back and forth it goes, up and down, waiting to see how much trouble he has with the movement.<br/><br/>I think we all know how well that goes.<br/><br/>That's the start of a series of bad indications. There are a few more quick checks she can make and they all come out the same way: he's not seeing shit. Of course he could've just told her that, but it's good to confirm with reliable methods. Problem is, there doesn't seem to be any<em>reason</em>for it. Medically he's...fine, for lack of a better word, and she says as much. "I can do some more in-depth tests back at the infirmary but, to be blunt, I don't think it'll accomplish much more than this did. I don't have the equipment to deal with having your eyes burned out by the sun if that's what happened, but I doubt it - there'd be more scarring, more<em>something</em>to see than there is. Whatever this guy did to you, I don't know where to start trying to undo it..."<br/><br/>The thought tails off at the end. See, she<em>does</em>have an idea where to start, come to think of it. If he got fucked over by a leader of crazies, maybe a leader of crazies is what he needs to get unfucked. "...but I know someone who might have some idea. Pretty sure I heard she's back in Gomorrah somewhere. Ever heard of Ambrosea?"