Someone Else's Eyes

Chapter Two

Hi everyone!!!! So, I know the story is going kind of slow so far, but I promise it will get a faster after chapter three. I have to lay out some backround stuff first. I hope you like it!!!!!

Chapter Two

When I wake up again, I still cant see, but have a strange desire to see my best friend, Trinity, and to strangle Doctor John.

I decide that seeing Trinity would probably be less of a hassle, so I say, hoping someone’s in the room, “Um… Hi? Is anyone here?”

I get no response, and I don’t hear anyone in the room anyway, so I take a deep breath and let out a shriek. I can usually hold a good scream for about 15 seconds, but being that I am in fragile conditions in the hospital, it only goes for about 5. Almost immediately I hear the door burst open and a few pairs of feet run into the room.

“Tiff, honey? What happened? Is everything alright?” that’s my mom. She sounds kind of breathless.

 “Yeah, I’m fine. Still pissed at Doctor- thinks- he- knows- everything- John, but what can you do. I just wanted to see Trinity.”

I hear about 5 people let out long breaths, and I frown. “Whoa, how many people are in here?”

My mom ignores that comment and comes closer. “Sure, sweetie. I’ll call her. I was just going to the cafeteria, do you want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m not hungry. You can go though, ‘cause Trinity’s coming.”

“Okay. I’ll tell the front desk to let her straight up, and I’ll have security escort her. You know, just in case the pa- never mind. Okay, see you later!”

In case the what?

My mom positively runs out the door, leaving me wondering to what she was talking about.

A little while later, I hear the door open slightly. “Hello?” I call out. The door shuts and someone walks in. “Trin? Is that you?”

“Yeah. Hey Tiffany, how you feeling?” I can feel myself visibly brighten. “Trinity! Okay, so my mom is acting all weird, and the doctors wont tell me anything, so what is going on with me? What happened? Do you know? Because if you do and you don’t tell me, I swear, I will-“

Trinity laughs and interrupts me. “It’s good to know the accident didn’t do anything to your personality. I know what happened, but not all the details. So I’ll tell you what I know.”

 “Yes, Sherlock. Please tell dear old Watson exactly what is going on.”

I hear her pull up a chair close to my bed, and I turn my head towards it. “Oh, can you tell me why I’m wearing this eye covering thing? I cannot see anything.”

I wait a second, then Trinity says, “Yeah, sure. Sorry, I was nodding.”

“Okay. So… go.”

Trinity takes a breath, then starts. “So, remember how you were really looking forward to going to L.A. for that art camp thingy at that college?”

I nod. I was supposed to go to this awesome art program at Cal Arts.

“So, the airplane you were in… crashed. It was right after it had taken off, though, so you’re in the hospital near home.”

She pauses to let that sink in.

“I was in an airplane accident?” that’s the only thing I can think of to say.

“Yeah.”

I wait a second to let that fact fully lodge in my brain. When I don’t faint or throw up or anything, I nod. “Okay. What else?”

“Uh, you were the only survivor. Along with these two boys, siblings, and some woman. So you are kind of famous, which is why there’s paparazzi all outside the hospital.”

So that’s what my mom was going to say! ‘…And I’ll have security escort her. You know, just in case the pa- never mind….’

My brain starts to feel a little tired, with all this new information. “So, why are my eyes wrapped up? And what else is wrong with me?”

Trinity clears her throat. “So, all I know is that you can’t see because some flying airplane parts were in your eyes when they found you. So I guess your eyes just have to heal until they can take off the bandages. And one of your arms is broken; your ribs are bruised and stuff. That’s all anyone would tell me. Also, you were in a coma for a week.”

I sputter. “What? I was in a coma for a week? Why didn’t anyone tell me that?”

            Trinity answers, “Um, we couldn’t tell you. You were in a coma for a week.”

Oh. That actually makes sense.

“Whatever. So what day is it?”

            “June twenty eighth.”

            “Aw, shoot. I wont be able to go to the Cal Arts thing.”

            Trinity laughs. “I love it how the first thing you care about is your art class.”

I make a face at her, and she laughs harder. Soon I feel my lips start to turn up, and I’m giggling too. We are both cracking up, and my ribs feel like they are on fire from laughing hard, and them being bruised combined.

            The door opens and we both stop, as if we’ve been caught doing something wrong. “Hi, Doctor John.” Trinity says. I stick my tongue out in the general direction of Doctor John, and then say to Trinity, “Tell Doctor John that I’m not talking to him.”

            Trinity says, “Doctor, Tiffany’s not talking to you. And you should know, when she says that she really means it.” I hear Trinity get up. “Kay’, I’ll come back tomorrow, Tiff. Feel better.”

            “Bye, Trinity!” I say.

The door closes, and Doctor John comes closer. “So, Tiffany. I have some important new for you, and you are going to have to talk to me.”

            I don’t answer; just sit with my head facing straight ahead. I hear him sigh, then say, “Okay. I’ll just tell you, you don’t have to answer.” I hear him shift slightly. “So, when you were found in the crash, you had some burning shrapnel in your eyes. We’ve done what we could, but there wasn’t much that we could do. I’m really sorry, but you won’t be able to see again. You’ll be blind.

 What?