LOVE ME BLIND

Ava Lee

Two months today since I've been up from my coma and I still had a bandage on.  Today was everyone's chance to find out  if I can  see again.

My mum, my dad, my younger sister Sarah and my best friend Kate are in my ward, whilst my teachers and a few of my class mates wait outside the room.

The doctor had said something about the mind healing better if I had my friends and family for support and my mother being the woman that she was actually went and gathered the whole bunch.

I wasn't mad at her for doing so but what if that was just a myth or something that doctors used to calm the patients down, I wouldn't blame the doctor if it was though, he was probably trying to save my neck from all the crying that my mom has been doing recently.

She hardly left me  since the accident, and she doesn't even know whether I'm awake or asleep half of the time.
She has been holding my hand the whole time, I could say that I have now developed a perspiring disease because of it.

She even had an argument with a nurse once.
She thought it was insulting of her to tell her to go home to have a shower and change her clothes, which I didn't find insulting at all. She was only trying to help her and it wasn't like she said it in a rude manner.

It doesn't even help that I haven't spoken since I woke up from my coma, I don't know whether I have decided not to talk or I'm just not able to talk, I could say I was mute as well as blind.

Since I've woken up, inspectors have been coming in and out prodding me for answers, Do I remember what had happened?, Did I walk in front of the car?, was it the driver that called emergency?, Did I see the identity of the driver?, Did I see the number plate?

I don't know about them but I know that if I was about to get hit by a car which I did get hit by one, I wouldn't have time to think about them stupid questions. what were they even going to do with the answers. If I had my bandage off and I could see they would have probably seen my eyes rolling multiple times non stop.

I guess I've gotten used to my new life of squeezing my hands, once for no and twice for yes, now I've got a marker and a mini board beside me and if I need anything important like food or to use the toilet all I have to do was write on it and someone would come and help me as it has some electric alarm on it that alerts the nurses and doctors. I get a choice of what I want to eat and for the worst part I have to be fed mostly by the nurses and sometimes my mom, I've only started to learn how to do things by myself by feeling.

I have to sit in a wheel chair if I need to go to the toilet, all I need help with is to be at the location of the toilet and I could do the rest by myself, I have developed the talent of being able to feel my way around the toilet.

I can now shower myself, brush my teeth and for the clothes part I didn't care what I wore.

Sarah my 5 year old sister comes to visit me every evening after school with my Dad and she fills me in on everything she had learned that day. I love her for her positive attitude, there has never been a day that she has spoken to me with pity.

I remember the first day she came to visit me in the hospital, she said I looked like a Mummy except my whole body wasn't covered in bandage, that brought a smile to my face and that's what I preferred.

There was no point being sad over my state because at the end of the day my mood wasn't going to rewind what had been done, It was only time that could heal me.

Kate my best friend has been acting weird like everyone else, she doesn't talk as much as she used to, she treats me like a stranger not her best friend.

Our usual conversations would be 'Hey Ava how are you doing today?, everyone was asking of you, school wasn't the same without you there.'' She had that squeaky voice she always used when she was scared of something. I wanted her to talk about normal things like what she did in school, I wanted her to say something funny about one of the teachers or a fight that I had missed in school but that never happened.It was always about my well being.

Today was Saturday and it was the day that people were either going to pity me for the rest of my life or it was going to be the day that I could see the expressions on each and everyone of their faces.

Either ways I really didn't care, I would try and make the best of it either ways.

I felt the doctors hand unwrapping the bandage from around my eyes, the room had grown quieter than it was before and I could sense that everyone was hoping that I will be able to see when everything came off.

I smiled widely as I puffed out a breath of air from the fresh air that was now wafting in my face.

The bandage was now off and my eyes could now breath, the smell of sweat wasn't pleasant but I didn't care.

As if the doctor could sense my thought about the smell, I felt a warm, damp cloth on my face as it got wiped slowly.

I took my time as I opened my eyes .

''Ava?, how many fingers am I holding up?'', Sophie was the first to speak to me.