Blinded

Chapter 2 : Diagnosed

"Orihara-san, can you hear me?"

He snapped out of his daze, head turning around to find the voice that just stopped his train of thoughts.

But the only thing he could see was the same monster surrounding him; darkness. There wasn't even the slightest shade of light in his current field of vision and instantly he halted his action, mind processing and remembering the thoughts he just had seconds ago.

"Doctor, what happened?"

He asked, lips quavering in an attempt to shake the uneasy feelings away. Despite his question, he was pretty sure he predicted the answer and that would be-

"You're blind, Orihara-san,"

A long and depressing sigh escaped his lips as his body trembled. Even though he knew the answer, the actual fact that he could no longer see was too much even for him to bear.

He could no longer watch his beloved humans as a hobby; no longer could he enjoy the joyful feeling of teasing his playthings; no longer could he call himself one level above those pathetic creatures; and no longer could he watch the rotten world sparkling its beauty.

"Details," He whispered, voice shaking as a shiver crept up his spine. Slowly he cupped his own face with the two trembling hands of his, waiting for an intelligable answer from the unknown doctor standing in front of him.

"We spotted an optic neuritis near your optic nerve, which led to glaucoma, the failure of delivering visual images to your vision. Even though an optic neuritis could bring no harm to certain people, your condition had worsened by the time we performed our surgery."

"How did it get worse so quickly?" He mumbled, interrupting her speech along the way.

"Ethambutol was found in your system when we're in the middle of our operation. Taking it on a moderate amount is harmless but have you tried to drug yourself, Orihara-san?"

Silence, she continued;

"Ethambutol is a drug used in treating patients with tuberculosis. We found no trace of you experiencing such disease, neither did your optics were infected by any bacterias; therefore I assume you were on drugs." She stopped talking to look at him. Sure enough her words hit the jackpot as his head hung low in thoughts, taking every words seriously and almost regretful.

"Not only were your vision affected," the words gained his attention as he slowly turned to a nearby direction of the female doctor. "We also found alcohol and other types of drugs in your system. You were lucky someone took you here just in time before you lost your life. You might be experiencing slight amnesia but eventually the memories will come back to you. So try not to burden yourself with troubling thoughts, okay, Orihara-san?"

Izaya thought he saw the doctor's smile despite his current blindness but shook it away instantly, "Who brought me here?"

"Some blond guy with bartender outfit. I assumed you have heard of that particular fortissimo of Ikebukuro, haven't you? Seems like you guys shared a rather fine relationship," She answered delightfully with a smile tugging her lips before continuing, "He just went home, should I let him know about your current condition? You have been out for almost two weeks and he came here every single day,"

Shizu-chan? He questioned himself, frowning at the words. Why would he visit me everyday? We're enemies, aren't we? Or did something happen but I couldn't remember?

"No..." He murmured softly in reply, "He'd only make fun of my current state,"