You had lived your whole life with no complications; a pain-free childhood full of nothing but happy memories. That was, until you came down with terrible headaches.
These headaches struck you at odd hours of the day, usually right after you woke up, and they were located at the sides of your head; almost like they were in your eyes.
You survived about two months of these headaches before you couldn't take it anymore. The pain became so overbearing at some points that the headaches made you cancel plans just so you could stay home sulking in your bed.
Enough was enough. You were making an appointment with your doctor and you were figuring out what's wrong. Popping Tylenol every few hours just wouldn't cut it anymore.
After pacing for a few minutes, you finally got over your fear and decided to make the call. The closest appointment was actually later in the day, as one of your provider's patients had canceled. With all the stress that's been going on, you decided to take a nap to relieve some stress.
When you woke up, you realized it was 3 pm, and you had 15 minutes until your appointment.
"Shit!" you said as you scrambled up from the couch, not bothering to fix your nap hair. You grabbed your keys, purse, and headed out the door.
You made it to your appointment just in time and even had a few minutes to spare in the waiting room. A nurse called your name soon after and took your height and weight before going in an exam room.
"What seems to be the problem today?" She asked as she scooted the stool closer to the computer to get a better look.
"Well..." you started. "I've been having these headaches."
"Uh huh," the nurse said as her acrylics quickly tapped over the keyboard. "And when do these headaches come."
"Usually right after I wake up, but sometimes I get them throughout the day."
"And how often have you been having these headaches?"
"Around two months."
"Any way you can describe these headaches? Like pulsing, throbbing, sharp, intense."
"Throbbing."
The nurse typed more into her computer before logging out and turning to look at you.
"The doctor should be in with you shortly sweetly, okay?" With that she got up and left the room to you and your thoughts.
I wonder what's wrong with me. Maybe I have some strange disease or something. What if I have cancer, or maybe....maybe I'm pregnant.
Nah.
I don't have a man for that.
The jiggling of the door handle interrupted your thoughts.
"Hey, how's it going!" Your doctor said cheerfully as she took the seat by the computer. She quickly logged in and searched for your information. "I heard you were having some headaches," she frowned as she scanned the screen. "That's not so good."
"Yeah I haven't been doing too great," you said with the a chuckle as you tucked your hair behind your ear.
"Yeah, seems like it," your doctor said as she turned to you. She paused for a moment, adjusting her white lab coat before scooting closer.
"Honey, from what you're saying with your symptoms, I think we have to send you to an eye doctor. I can't make a proper diagnosis, but from what I think you have, this is past my expertise."
"W-what do I have?" You inquired.
"I don't mean to scare you with this news, but I think you have pseudotumor cerebri."
"......Tumor what?!"
"Pseudotumor cerebri. It's not an actual tumor but the brain mimics the symptoms as if a tumor were present. It would explain having the headaches in the morning."
You sat there in shock, your brain taking time to register what your doctor just told you.
"I'm gonna make you an appointment with an ophthalmologist as soon as possible, okay?" She stood up and rubbed your shoulder. "Take care, honey."
What in the world were you gonna do?
Turns out your doctor was right. Right after your appointment with the ophthalmologist confirming your disease, you were sent to a neurologist to monitor your condition. What your doctor didn't tell you about the disease is that you can actually go blind; which is what is happening you.
It had been a couple months since your diagnosis, your eyesight slowly deteriorating. You had to rely on your friends to guide you through this, once step at a time.
Tonight you were invited to a party at your friends house. Seeing you had no choice as they were basically your guides along with your white cane, you had to go.
Your friends sat you down on the couch while they went to get drinks. You were sitting peacefully until you felt a disturbance as the weight on the couch shifted.
"Hey," a voice said, making you perk up because you immediately recognized it to be the distinct voice of your crush.
"Hey," you blushed back.
"I heard about your condition, and I'm really sorry."
"It's okay," you said while fidgeting with your hands. The scent coming off of him was like a sweet ambrosia, drawing you closer to him. You imagined how he'd be right now, fresh (h/c) hair just how you like it, those kind (e/c) eyes staring into yours. If only you could see the way he was looking at you.
"Oh my gosh look!" (f/n) whispered to (o/f/n), "he's talking to her!"
(C/n) looked over to see your friends staring at the two of you and giggling. Of course, you had no idea so he took matters into his own hands.
"Here, c'mere," (c/n) said as he helped you out of your seat. He handed your cane to you and led you two to somewhere more private, his hand on your lower back the entire time.
"I just want you to know," he said while tucking your hair behind your chin, "that you are the most beautiful girl I have every layed eyes on." He kissed you on the cheek. "And I want you to know," kiss to the other cheek, "that I will be here for you," kiss to your chin, "as long as you need me," kiss to the nose, "I'll be yours."
(C/n) leaned in even further and pulled you in for a kiss. He tangled his hand in your hair and pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. As long as he was with you, guiding you, you would never be alone.
