*three days after being home*

"Hud! have you seen my-" Monty tries. theres a loud thump! and Docs on his feet in seconds.

"kid?" Doc ask running into the bedroom. Monty sighs getting himself off the ground.

"shoes. never mind. I found them." Monty mumbles. Doc walks over to him quickly.

"you okay baby?" Doc asks.

"no." Monty huffs. "I want my sight back." he growls.

"its only been a week kid. I'm sure it'll come back." Doc assures. "you going out somewhere?" he asks.

"Flos. she wants to talk to me." he says.

"she text you?" Doc asks, helping him get his shoes on.

"yeah." he mutters.

"you going to make it there yourself?" Doc asks.

"I'll be fine. I have Smokey." Monty assures. Doc frowns looking over at their dog. he loves Smokey, don't get him wrong, but he wasn't a guide dog.

"uh, sure... yeah." Doc says.

"I know you don't trust him since he tripped me going up the stairs the other day, but its fine." Monty assures.

"okay. be careful." Doc smiles, kissing his head. Monty nods and heads out of the house, Smokey on a leash. he's memorized the house over the years of living there so its no trouble. he even manages to make it down the stairs fine.

"okay Smokey, lets go see Flo." Monty says, heading for the diner. "maybe this isn't so bad I mean I guess it could be-" Monty yelps hitting the ground and groans laying on his back. "worse." he sighs. "I hate my life." he frowns.

"boss!" Mack shouts running over and helping him up.

"what happened?" Monty asks.

"Smokey ran you straight into the Flos window." Mack frowned.

"great." he huffs.

*a week after being home*

"don't worry Doc, he's going to be fine with me." Red assures gently.

"okay. I'm just training with Cruz at the Butte." Doc assures.

"bye Hud." Monty waves.

"bye baby." Doc smiles leaving.

"so Lightning, what now?" Red asks, smiling.

"I dunno. I'm probably just going to-" Monty starts. he grunts hitting the floor. "no wait let me guess, my shoes?" Monty ask.

"nah. one of Smokeys toys." Red says helping him up.

"stupid, I wish I could see." he huffs.

"its gonna be okay... you hungry?" Red ask.

"yeah I guess I could go for some lunch." he shrugs.

"uh can you make it to the kitchen?" Red asks.

"I'm not helpless!" Monty hisses.

"I didn't mean that. I just meant you fell pretty hard." Red frowns.

"I'm fine Red I know how to- oof!" Monty grunts, hitting one of their end tables beside the couch.

"did uh, Doc rearrange?" Red ask.

"yeah. I honestly think he's trying to be helpful. he keeps moving things I keep tripping over, but he's making it worse." Monty muttered. "yesterday I hip checked that damn kitchen table and he tried to move it. had to beg him not to." Monty sighs. Red smiles a little heading for the kitchen.

*10 days being home*

"Monty did you... baby what are you doing?" Doc asks.

"looking for my damn clothes. I wanted a shower." he huffs.

"mmhmm... well, thats the hall closet so I don't think you're gonna find anything in there." Doc says softly.

"of fucking course it is." he hisses, crossing his arms over his chest.

"don't worry I got you. come on." Doc smiles, leading him towards their bedroom. "okay we're in the bedroom, go on to the bathroom I'll get you some clothes." Doc assures.

"great." Monty mumbles. he heads for the bathroom and pauses. "baby?" Monty ask.

"whats up kid?" Doc ask. Monty lets out a soft sigh.

"did you move the towels?" Monty ask.

"yeah, had to Smokey got into them he was laying on them. they're all in the washer, he got mud everywhere." Doc says. "I'll get you one. just get in the shower." Doc adds.

"okay." Monty mumbles. he gets into the shower and turns on the water, reaching for his soap. "Hud where's my soap?" Monty ask.

"I moved it." Doc says walking in. "put it on the little shelf. shampoo on top, body wash on bottom." Doc explains. Monty lets out a long annoyed sigh.

"I love you and I know you think you're helping but, stop moving my stuff!" Monty growls. Doc pokes his head into the shower and grabs the soaps.

"sorry. left hand shampoo. right hand body wash." Doc says.

*3 weeks home*

"Hud!" Monty calls. Doc sighs a little and smiles slightly at his friends on the voice call.

"give me a second guys." Doc says. "yeah?" Doc asks.

"did... did you move the little couch?" Monty asks.

"uh the loveseat? yeah, I moved it earlier when I was vacuuming. why?" Doc ask. "did I forget to move it back?" Doc asks hesitantly.

"yeah.... I think I broke my toe." Monty sighs. Doc gets up and heads into the living room.

"hold on." Doc sighs. "sorry." Doc murmurs.

"I know." Monty mumbles.

"on the bright side, it doesn't look broken." Doc says scooping him up and putting him on the couch.

"I'm gonna start staying in the bedroom... I think I'm just getting in the way at this point." he sighs.

"no baby, you're fine. I just have to quit moving things." Doc sighs.

"15 years married and you've never moved the furniture this much." Monty sighs.

"I know. I'm just trying to help." Doc frowns.

"I know." Monty murmurs.

*1 month home*

"Hud...?" Monty ask.

"what did I move this time?" Doc sighs.

"whats this fuzzy thing in the bathroom?" Monty ask. Doc walked in confused.

"fuzzy... thing." Doc says. he grabs Monty gently and pulls him back, pushing him behind him. "baby please don't continue to touch things you can't see." Doc mumbles, gently pushing him out of the bathroom.

"what is it?" he asks confused.

"Smokey brought us another present." Doc muttered. Monty tenses.

"please tell me I was not just touching some dead thing." he begs.

"oh no. nothing dead." Doc said.

"what is it?" Monty ask nervously.

"a rat. big one too." Doc frowns.

"A RAT!?" Monty shouted. "you said I wasn't touching something dead!" he shouts.

"you weren't." Doc huffs. "this ones only half dead." he frowns.

"I'm gonna puke." Monty groans.

*6 weeks home*

Monty lays on his back on the bed and shifts, feeling content. Doc holds him close to his side.

"what are you thinking about kid?" Doc asks.

"just glad I don't need my eyes for sex." Monty mutters. Doc snorts and pulls him closer.

"told you it wasn't a bad idea." Doc chuckles quietly, pulling him close. "now go to sleep would you?" Doc ask.

"I can't that insomnia is back." Monty mumbles.

"I told you to tell me if something like this happened, so I could help." Doc says.

"well I'm saying something now." Monty mumbled. Doc shifts getting up. "where you going?" he asks almost nervously.

"to the clinic. lay right here I'll be right back." Doc assures, grabbing his pants. Monty listens to him leave and lays there quietly. if he focuses he can hear Doc walking down the steps. he lays quietly until he hears the older mans steps coming back in.

"hey Hud." he sighs.

"hey baby, sit up here and take this." Doc says. Monty sits up and holds his hand out. Doc places something in it.

"whats this?" Monty ask.

"melatonin gummy. I keep some in the clinic." Doc says. Monty takes it and sighs laying back down.

"you're gonna leave me aren't you?" he asks.

"no why would I?" Doc asks, laying beside him.

"I can't see anymore Hud. I'm blind. I'm useless." he sighs.

"no baby you're not and I'll stay with you to the end of time." Doc assures, holding him gently.