Lifted // Klance

Chapter twenty seven

Lance's POV

"He's damaged his vision."

"What the hell do you mean he damaged his vision?" I didn't want to believe that. The hospital always had bad news for us. Why... why is life always like this?

I walked over to Keith and saw him sitting there in the hospital bed, playing with his thumbs impatiently. I knocked on the open door and coughed for his attention.

"Who is it?"

"Keith, it's me. Lance. May I come in?"

He nods and I made my way to the side of his bed, kissing his forehead for a split second. He didn't have bandages or anything, just had his eyes closed, slightly twitching.

I sucked my teeth and rubbed the back of my neck. How the hell could this happen to him... he suffered enough. It's time we this to an end. Keith deserves happiness like the optimistic boy he is. I don't know how many times I had to repeat the same thing over and over again... why does it always have to be him? Being the target of all bad things? What did he ever do.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay."

"No... no it's not. I wasn't able to protect you throughout all the accidents that happened to you so far. I let you get hurt... I don't know how I will ever forgive myself for this" I covered my face with my hands, sobbing lightly.

I felt his hand stroke my hair. "It's not your fault... it was just an accident, Lance... i'll heal. I promise. I'm not blind, just very poorly visioned."

I wiped a tear and turned to him. "You sure?" He nodded slightly with a smile. I sighed in relief at the fact that he wasn't completely blind. He could see me... just need glasses right?

"Lets leave this place hm?" I hummed. "Lets go home together... you miss the Canadian rockies."

"Yeah... I miss home..." he sighed. "We'll come back to Florida soon. For now, I want to see Jess and Noah again."

I wanted to go back home to see my siblings. Other than that, I didn't really miss my abusive parents. Being on this trip gave me some distance from them. It made me happy to be alone, well almost alone, with Keith.

After a few hours of doctors checking up with him, we were able to return to the airport with our things. The doctors gave us papers for glasses. For now, I held Keith's hand and guided him around so he wouldn't trip or bump into anyone. Bumping into someone? Happened once. But he bumped into a trash can and apologized to it.

Watching him walk with me was sad. He had to spend the rest of his life like this, huh? Well... not forever. We'll get him glasses when we have the money to afford it. That would take a long while... Keith's family didn't have insurance. Although it was only Noah who bought and traded from the townspeople, I always wondered how Keith's family got so much money...

Once our plane arrived, I didn't question why he had so many things. With his many souvenirs, it was much heavier. The luggage zipper couldn't zip all the way. I groaned loudly as I swung our luggages over out heads.

Keith stumbled his way to the window seat and I sat beside him, stretching out my sore arms. He was looking our the window even though he knew he couldn't see anything. I tapped his shoulder and he gave me nothing more than a 'hm?'

"You okay there, darling?" I asked, cringing a bit at my use of romantic words. He shrugged in response.

"I can't see myself flying..."

Poor baby... so the sight was his favorite part of soaring in the air, huh?

I rubbed his arm sympathetically. "I'm sorry about that... but you will still know how it feels to fly right? Turn that frown upside down." I was trying so hard to be optimistic. That wasn't my thing... but I wanted to see my boyfriend smile again.