Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

11 - Rehabilitation Phase 3: Acceptance

"Acceptance doesn't mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there's got to be a way through it." Michael J. Fox

It's the second time that I've fallen asleep in someone else's embrace and woken up cuddled up to the same person. First time was with Becca after !y rather vicious rant, now I wake up next to Loki. Which I will admit freaked me out a bit at first because I was bleary eyed and trying to piece together what had happened before I fell asleep.

What then scared me was the fact that he was awake and staring at me. If I was blind I wouldn't care so much, I'd act indifferent to the matter... But seeing is a whole new ball game. People might take one look at Loki and I laying on the bed, thinking about it all the wrong way, others would say that we share some invisible bond that is hard to break. To me, it's just the only real family I know, comforting me when I need it most. God! I've turned into a softie! The horror! Okay maybe it's not that bad... But let's face it, I've been trained to not have emotions because they make things sloppy and then they effect decision making...

Right at this point though, I wanted to slap whoever said that in the face, cut out their eyeballs and shove them down their throat. I mean come on! Who wouldn't want to know that there is someone out there that actually cares about you because you're not 'impared' in any way? I have a feeling a lot of people felt sorry for me because of my blindness. I could be wrong... Hell, I'm hoping I'm wrong.

I still couldn't remember anything about the first 5 years of my life... I thought that once I had that mini-not-so-mini revelation that it would all come flooding back! No such fucking luck. So to be honest I was just a tad bit frustrated.

"Don't think too hard." His voice was a bit raspy but it had a sort of calming effect on me. As luck would not have it, by the time I was fully awake - in which I mean I felt like I was dying and quite possibly very close to the zombie stage - I felt like death. My nose was blocked and running... I'm not even sure how that works! Anyway, on top of that my throat hurt too. How wonderful it is to be me... Not.

Loki must have noticed and he placed the back of his very cold hand on my forehead. It felt rather nice and I whimpered a bit when he removed it. "You're rather warm."

"I feel like death." Was that my voice? It didn't even remotely sound like me. Then again, I guess you never do when you're sick.

"You have a fever."

"I'm fine." Lie. "Besides I don't get sick." At leat not that I know of I add silently. Loki frowns at me.

"Mmhmm." I roll my eyes before entering a coughing fit. Let me tell you now... Being sick sucks. Big time.

I started to drift off again, yawning as all the surrounding noises faded together, Loki's cold hands rubbing my overheated arms as I welcomed the sleep.

I found it rather strange because I normally dream of all sorts of things when I sleep... However this time, nothing; zilch; nada; bupkiss. You get the picture. No dreams, not even nightmares to speak of. Another thing that surprised me when I woke up was that Loki was sitting beside me, looking rather lost. Meanwhile I was still feeling like death. "Loki?" I croaked; my throat feeling like I had been gargling with heavy duty nails. He helped me sit up, holding me to his side as I groaned. My back ached something shocking. Looking around I saw we were in a street of some sort and for who know how long, I had been sleeping on fucking concrete! No wonder my back was sore.