Blind Date

Do I Love You?

Grace?
Is she hurt?
Is Kyle okay?
I put down the needle on Lucy, concern filling my mind. I sprint to the door, hearing Mrs. Martha Cooper telling Grace the rules of this office. I pause before grabbing the handle, smiling.

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Do I love him?
Have I fallen for him? Without even knowing?
Do I want to spend the rest of my life with him? Dorky, but cute, Matthew Davidson?
"He is amazing. He takes care of me.. When he's not randomly leaving me." I laugh, "But he's not blind, he didn't even have the chance to spend time with his mother, who was blind. He doesn't fully know that you can't just leave someone who can't see in the of a dancefloor." I lay my head down. "I don't know what to think. He's the best; but last time I thought I was in love with a guy, he was only playing me.
"But Matt's not the type to play games like that... At least that I know of." I sigh, "This has me all confused. I don't know what to do.. I don't know what to feel."
I reach over and grab Kyle's hand.
"I need my best friends opinion."
Beeps from monitor's is the only response I get, which shoots me down. "Yeah, it's hard to answer, I know. I mean, I feel really strong about him.. Can you really fall in love within, what? Eight months?" I sigh, my head hurting.
"Kyle, I don't know what to do." He's been getting better, and the doctors are everyday, slowly, bringing him out of his coma. Yesterday he twitched his fingers and, by the way I acted, you'd think I heard he resurrected from the dead. I lay my head down, closing my eye's going over everything we've been through, what has made me like him more and more.
"He loves Samson, brings me food at work, close to you.. Yes, sometimes he ditches me in the middle of a bar, or something, but he always comforts me with that touch of his.. Almost like magic; automatic relief from fear. And he's even taken a beating for me, stood up when a man wasn't keeping his hands to himself. Welcomed me into his home even when I was yelling at him through the rain. He deals with my assuming, judgemental, bickering self, and he doesn't complain about it; not once."
"Yes."
"By the feelings of his face that I rarely get, he is very handsome.. He cherishes me.." I stop. "Wait," I lift my head, "Kyle?"
"Yes."
"You're speaking!?" I jump, his hand squeezing mine to notify me that I'm not hearing things.
"Yes." He repeats, a struggle on his voice, drowsiness swallowing him up.
"Yes to what?" Then I load our conversation back, "Yes, to I love him?"
"Yes." His voice finally gives out and the nurse comes in. I stand with the biggest smile. Confrontation I am in love, and evidence that Kyle is waking up, officially.
"He is out again, he will go through spurts like this for the next couple of days. By next week, he should be fully awake."
But I barely heard anything she said.
"Excuse me, I have to go somewhere." I collect my bag, and kiss Kyles hand, whispering thank you afterwords. Samson leads me to the desk, which someone escorts me to a cab outside. I instruct where to go, and collect the payment for which he deserves. Once I pay, we part ways and I open the door to Matt's shop.
"Matt?"
"Miss, can I help you?" Old fragile hands touch my shoulder and I smile.
"Yes, I'm looking for Matt, Matthew Davidson."
"Oh! Doctor Davidson!"
"Yes!"
"He's back with Lucy, she's getting her puppy shots."
"Can you show me the door to the offices please? So I know where to go when it's my turn."
"Of course," She places my hands on the wooden door after guiding me a few paces forward.
"Thank you." She steps away and I take my chance. I swing open the door, and yell as loud as I can:
"Matthew! I need you right now!"
The elderly lady pulled me back and held me in the middle of the room, telling me I have to wait my turn. Next thing I know, loud footsteps, indicating someone running, leads to the sound of the door opening.
"Grace?"
"Matt!" I squeal, happiness bubbling in my chest.
"Doctor. Davidson, your friend Grace needs to wait her turn."
"Martha, she's my girlfriend.."
"Oh, this is the young lady you always talk about!" Her voice goes softer, "Pepper, this is Grace, the woman Doctor always talks about!"
"Don't worry, they're just regulars. We can talk in my office." He grabs my hand, but I pull him back. I kiss him, hearing everyone around us awe in amazement. "Grace, what's gotten into you?" He laughs lightly, and I take a deep breath.
"Since everyone basically knows who I am in here, I guess I'll just make a scene." I take his hands. "I was with Kyle this morning, actually just left less than five minutes ago and raced here."
"I'm getting scared." Matt comments.
"I was talking to him, because he's my best friend.. And I asked him a question; and he confirmed it."
"How did he confirm it?"
"He said yes."
"Yes, to what?"
I pause, for dramatic effect and to catch my breath.
"I'm in love with you." It spins off my tongue, tasting as sweet as candy.
"Grace-"
"I know, I know, it's not been very long but-"
"I an in love with you too." He interrupts. I embrace his chest, taking in his scent.
"I know."
"You know?"
"I heard you; you said it when we were passed out at the hospital."
"I thought you were asleep," He releases one hand from the hug and scratches his head nervously.
"I know." I kiss his cheek, and everyone around us claps.
"Grace, you sure know how to 'make a scene'."
"Well," I pull away from his hug, "I want everyone to know."

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"You told him?"
"As soon as I pieced it together."
"Proud of you." He starts to slur.
"Rest, Kyle. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay."
I kiss his forehead and he continues mumbling until he's out.
"Hey," I hear Matt, placing him by the doorway.
"Hey, you just missed him." I take Kyles hand, anticipating his full recovery. "I'm really going to have to pay up with movies and games." I sigh.
"I don't think that will be difficult." His voice moves closer; almost right beside me.
"No, lucky for me, it won't."
"Hope I can possibly help too." His tone smiles and I have a feeling he's not wanting to play for Kyle's benefit.
"I don't know." I smile, standing up and placing my hands on his chest. "He's pretty picky on whom he plays with."
"I know."
I give him a hug.
"Thank you. For putting up with me."
"What can I say?"
"You love me?"
"I love you." He kisses my forehead. "And what can you say?"
"I love you." I kiss his lips, adding to the few times I've actually felt happy.
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