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I wake up to someone shaking me.

"Seb," my mother says. "You need to get ready."

I sigh.

"Why do I have to go? They can't help me. I'm blind, and there's nothing they can do about-"

My mother slammed something down which makes Jax howl.

"Sebastian Stan! What have I told you about putting yourself down like that?"

I wince at her using my full name. My mother never gave me a middle name, but it still scares me when she says my first and last name.

"Mamă, I didn't mean to."

"Just sit up so I can get you dressed."

I sit up and take my shirt off. My mother hands me a new shirt, and I put it on. Then she hands me a pair of pants. I slip them over my boxers. Finally, she gives me a pair of socks and shoes. I put those on, and soon enough a brush pulled through my hair if only I knew what it looks like right now.

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My mom helped me into the office. She guided me to the desk.

"Name?"

"Sebastian Stan."

"Okaaaaay, Mister Stan you are checked in. Please go take a seat."

"Thanks."

Mom guides me to a seat and gets me situated, "I'll come get you when it's your turn."

I nod, repositioning my sunglasses on my nose. I hear mom's shoes click away. She works here and is one of three nurses who collaborate with the blind department. Well, she works more with getting the patients to their rooms while the other nurses do all the other stuff. I know I'm at the end of the row of chairs because there isn't an another seat to my left, but I know there's a seat empty next to me. There always is.

There's a small clicking shoe noise coming towards me. But I just sat down. I usually wait a couple of minutes before my mom comes back.

"Is this seat taken?"