Faceless Instincts

The sound of silence

Olivia was not pleased by the little she 'thought' she had about Dorian. I had never seen her projecting her inner aversion for anyone so openly.

She was terrified at first, on edge if one must say. She asked me continuously about Dorian but refused to tell me anything that she knew. She was shaking when she sat beside me and at one point she even asked me, "how easily can a person hallucinate."

God saved me when Tanner entered while I explained to Olivia about the human brain and major contributing and leading factors of events and experiences that lead up to the stage of hallucination in a brain for the millionth time.

It was confusing - her behaviour, and I wondered if Dorian did it on purpose but to conclude that whatever reason was behind it was ludicrous, appeared like the unintelligent choice to make.

"I am not saying I talked to him, I just saw him." she had said to me when we were alone.

"Olivia, I wish I could help, but I can't see."

Tanner didn't show much emotion either. I noted that his voice was cloaked by an unknown emotion when he talked about Dorian. Olivia too had stopped mid-sentence numerous times to compose herself.

Mr Wembley, however, had retained his peace for now and notified me we can talk once I was out of the hospital and on my foot.

I was okay with the composition, for now, I only wanted to focus on healing, physically and mentally.

The last few days have been too much to absorb. I was now having my doubts heeding Dorian. What started as a not so normal yet understandable case of someone seeking help in understanding themselves has turned into a slow forming storm.

I was hearing the rumbling and thundering at distance and yet I was not running, instead, I was waiting for it to approach.

A few days had passed since Olivia encountered Dorian. I was supposed to have my eyes checked and get the corneal bandage removed, it took longer to heal than what doctors had anticipated. My stitches had now settled, and every other bruise and injury was less painful. I could move and sit with someone's help.

It was before noon when the doctor and nurse walked into the room. I was alone as my friends were believed to visit me in the evening. The nurse helped me in sitting and adjusted the pillow behind my back.

"How are you feeling?" Asked the doctor.

"I am good, just a little exhausted"

"That's completely normal, especially when you have less to no body movement."

I nodded and he scooted closer to me, "okay, now answer a few questions while I take the bandages off." With that, he started cutting the knot on the side of my head, "tell me if there is any sort of pain or discomfort as I am pulling and peeling on the bandages?"

"No," I answered.

"Good" he gently started rolling away from the bandage, "now do as I say"

"Okay"

"Do not open your eyes just yet"

After rolling away from the bandage, he removed a thin sheet that sat on my eyes. "Now without opening your eyes, try moving them and tell me if you feel any pain"

I did as I was told, "no, there's nothing."

"Great" he holds my face and asks me to blink with my eyes closed, "I hope you don't feel any pressure on your eyelids or around the socket"

"I don't"

"You can slowly open your eyes then"

Finally, giddy for no reason I open my eyes and in the moment I wanted to tell every single person in the world that, be grateful, stop arguing about things you couldn't buy or get, consider yourself adored and blessed because you can see.