Skephalo- One Last Time

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~Zak's POV~

I look around me, everything is so dark. There is nothing. I am all alone, it is just me. I try running, but I can't tell if I am moving or just running in place, due to the black abyss. I raise my hands right up close to my face but I can't even see my hands.

I wake up. I open my eyes. I don't see anything. "Maybe I am just to tired to see anything," I wonder aloud. I lay back down for what felt like 5 minuets, maybe even longer. I open my eyes again.

Nothing.

"DARRYL!" I scream. Having no idea of the time, how late or early it is, hoping he was here and awake.

I hear running down the hall. "What Zak?! What is wrong!!?" he sounds extremely worried.

I forgot I had been sick no wonder he was so quick to come help me when I yelled for him. "I can't see you." I tell him.

"ZAK! OH MY GOODNESS! Open your eyes, this is not the time to meme me, I thought you needed a ambulance or something!" he says very upset.

"The little boy who cried wolf," I say I open my eyes again, "Darryl, listen. I. Can. Not. See. You." I spell it out for him, while looking where I thought he was standing at.

I hear soft steps coming closer to me I readjust trying to look at him, which is terribly difficult. "Okay Zak. No trolls," he sounds very serious, "what number am I holding up?" he asks.

I want to laugh, "Darryl I can't see your hand, what if I guess a random number, and you don't believe me?"

"I wasn't even holding my hand up," he says worried. "Do you still feel sick?"

"Yes, I still feel awful. But I am more worried about my sight." I try to stand up. It hurts so much but I don't feel very well balanced. Being sick and having no vision makes this whole process difficult.

Darryl sets his hand on my shoulder, for balance, and helps me walk to the bathroom.

~Darryls POV~

I close the bathroom door to the bathroom for Zak. I can hear him vomiting. I have no idea how to help him though. I look through all of his cupboards in his kitchen in a attempt to find his medicine cabinet. I eventually find it, pepto. Hopefully this helps his stomach. I pour out the instructed amount and bring it back to Zak and wait for him to find his way out of the bathroom.

Once he opens the door I set my hand on his shoulder and help him hold the little cup up to his mouth with the pepto in it. He drinks it slowly. "Thank you, Darryl."

"Your welcome Zak. Where do you need to go?" I ask since I am likely going to need to help him get there. I want to go to the kitchen, but I want to get there myself. He puts one hand on the wall and the other clenching his stomach. While he wobbled to the kitchen I did a bit a research.

What to do if I go blind? I look up on google.

(Okay I cant paste a link in but the website I used for this info is visionware.org)

I read aloud the first thing listed, "Some people can go blind over night, but usually it happens over a longer period of time. The disease may be known as detached retinas," I begin to do more research on this.

I head to the kitchen with Zak, and question him. "Hey Zak, before you lost vision did you ever have floating dots in your vision? And did you peripheral vision seem to decrease?"

"Yeah, I got like these specs in my eyes all the time, I thought it was normal, and my peripheral vision, I can't say I know if it did or not I never payed attention, I guess."

"Well you might have a disease called detached retinas. But we have to make a appointment with a ophthalmologist first before diagnosing you." I tell him.

"Honestly, I do not feel well enough to leave home right now Darryl. I just want to stay here." he tells me.

"Zak, if we don't get treatment as quickly as poss-" he cuts me off...

"Darryl, listen," I sigh, "I knew I was going to loose vision. It was supposed to happen years ago. It's way to expensive to treat. It will just become my new normal. It will be scary at first but sooner or later I am going to have to get used to it," he tells me.

"Zak, why didn't you think to tell anyone?" I ask.

"I didn't want to believe it would actually happen," a tear rolls down his cheek and he looks down.

"It is okay," I tell him as I softly hug him. Trying to not hurt his weak and sickly body.

A/N:

838 words!