Prisms of No Colour

3

He wasn't asleep for long when he woke up to the sound of a repeated clicking. Micky groaned and rubbed his eyes awake, looking over at Mike. He was sitting upright, staring off into the distance as he turned the lamp on and off. On and off. Click, click, click, click.

"Mike, what the hell are you doing?" He groaned, sitting up to look over at Mike.

Mike frowned and looked in his direction, eyes wide.

"Tryin' to turn the light on," he said, continuing to flip the lamp on and off. "The lamp's not working."

"The lights are on..." Micky started, now getting out of his bed to go to him.

"They are?" Mike asked, unknowingly turning it back off.

"Yeah," Micky said, turning the light on himself and pulling Mike's hand away from it. "The lamp's working fine."

Mike frowned and looked around the room.

"Oh..." he said quietly, blinking a few times, trying to see anything through the darkness.

Micky frowned and sat beside him.

"You alright?"

Mike turned to look at him and it was obvious to Micky that he wasn't really seeing him. He wasn't even looking at him, he was fixated on a point just to the left of Micky.

"Micky...?" He asked, squinting and trying to find the exact point where his friend was.

"I'm here," Micky said, taking his hand and squeezing it. Mike stiffened at it, taking in a shaky breath as he began to put the pieces together himself.

"Mike?" Micky asked, noticing tears filling Mike's wide but blank eyes.

"I-I can't see, Micky."

"I know," Micky said with a slight nod. "You told me earlier and—"

"No," Mike interrupted, this time, he was looking right at Micky with nothing behind his eyes. It was unnerving.

"I can't see," Mike repeated, more sternly than before. "Nothing."

"Oh..." Micky said frowning. It could've been that he was still half asleep, but it was then that Mike's words began to really sink in.

"Oh!" He repeated, eyes widening too. "My God, Mike, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? What happened? Do you know? Did—"

"Micky, breathe," Mike ordered, cutting him off.

Micky sighed, taking a deep breath.

"Feel better?" Mike asked and Micky shook his head, despite the fact he wouldn't have seen it.

"Are you okay?" Micky asked him. Mike sighed and turned his head to look down.

"I'm fine..." he said quietly. "Really."

Before Micky had the chance to respond to that, Mike sat up more and threw the covers off of him. Micky got out of the way as Mike made his way to standing.

"Okay," Mike said to himself, keeping his hand on his bed, and hesitantly shuffling his feet forward. After a moment or so, he felt a hand was placed on his shoulder and Mike jumped, letting out a slight yell.

"Don't do that!" He snapped, turning to face Micky.

"Sorry!" Micky yelped, pulling his hand back. "I just thought..."

Mike frowned and let out a sigh, nodding slowly.

"It's okay," he said under his breath, going back to walking forward. He ran his hands along the mattress and bed frame as he did. When his hands no longer felt the bed frame, he froze. Mike liked to believe that he knew his way around the bedroom, but at that moment, he wasn't so sure.