As we drive to the hospital -tears running down my face- I'm holding Drake's lifeless hand praying that he will be okay. Looking out the window I see that we are pulling into the hospital.
The paramedics pull Drake out and I follow. They all rush into the hospital and all I can think of is Who did this to him? Why would they do this? How did they do this? What if they are still here somewhere?
************One Hour Later***************
Drake had to have surgery on his head because whatever happened was so bad. As I sit in a chair beside his bed I hold his hand. "June?" Someone calls. I turn around quickly, it's the doctor. "Yes?" I ask. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I shiver.
"Drake will be fine. He had surgery on his head and he seems to be fine. There is no need to worry anymore." I take a shaky breath. "Okay. Thank you so much doctor." I shake his hand and head back over to Drake. A tear rolls down my cheek as I look as his poor bruised face all purple and blue.
"Drake," I whisper. "Drake baby, you're gonna be fine. The doctors are going to take care of you." I say as a couple more tears roll down my cheek landing on my pants. His fingers twitch a bit and he blinks. "Drake?! Are you awake?" I say. He opens his eyes and I notice something different.
His eyes have lost that beautiful sparkle to them. "June? Where are you? Why are all the lights out?" He asks. "Honey what are you talking about? The lights are on." I say frantically. My heart instantly drops into my stomach. Oh my gosh. This can't be happening. "DOCTOR!! DOCTOR!" I yell tears filling my eyes.
The doctor rushes in. "What's wrong?!"
"Drake says he can't see anything he was saying something about the lights being out!" The doctor looks at me with caring eyes. "June... I didn't think this was possible but I believe Drake is blind..."
