Blind Love

Chapter 6

Picture of Sofia above.

Sofia led Flora into her room which was right down the corridor. She winced at the blood shot teary eyes of the best friend as she pulled the comforter over her body. She couldn't imagine what she has felt; in what state of constant fear she lived. She used to love watching Mafia documentaries on TV but this was much worst than what she saw.

Everyone of this family had been broken in some ways and she felt completely drawn to them. Was it a morbid fascination for danger and death? She was not sure. Maybe she become mentally ill herself after having treated all of these patients. She kissed Flora's forehead and headed back to Mikhail's room.

He sat on a chair by the ajar window, the breeze gently brushing his blond hair. As soon as she closed the door, he said, still looking forward.
"Is Flora okay?"
Sofia was puzzled by his question. How could he hear them? They weren't talking lourdly and he was too far from the door to hear their conversation.
"I have a very developed hearing. It's like my ears adapted to my blindness", he said, as if reading her mind.

Human anatomy was really fascinating. The way we adapted to the changes in our life was mind-blowing. She made her way towards the chair next to him and sat down.
" Thank you for everything you've done for her", she said.
"It was nothing. I consider her as my sister. And family means everything", he said.
Sofia looked at him intently. His voice slightly cracked at the end. It was obvious that his distress had something to do with his family. But she could not make any affirmation for him. He needed to overcome his torments by himself.

"Mikhail... Let's really try this time. I want to help you."
"How can you help me? Didn't they tell you that no laser could bring me back my sight?"
She took his hand, the compulsion too high. She was breaking her oath; she was being unethical but she couldn't help herself.
"Mikhail. You are not blind. At least not really. You have to bear with me, okay."
"What is it that you want to tell me doc. Just go ahead. I'm a big boy."
"Have you ever heard of Conversion disorder?" she waited for him to shake his head and she continued, "it is a mental disorder caused by a personal conflict that makes you believe that you are blind even if you are not."

He remained silent for what seemed to be an eternity.
"So you are telling me that it's all in my head? That I'm making this up? I am crazy, right? "
She winced at the way he said it.
"No!" she said, squeezing his hand. "It is not as simple. You are not making this up. You are not doing this on purpose. There must have been a trigger that caused you to convert your stress into this."
"Is this why they called you? I thought it was because of my anxiety."
"You needed help, Mikhail. That's why I am here. Now you just need to accept my help. Anxiety is a very common thing in our society nowadays. You have been for a considerable amount of stress for so long. Let's find a way to not let your anxiety control your daily life. You have such pretty green eyes, Mikhail. Let them shine. Don't you want to see the world again?"

Mikhail closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He did not want to see the world again but he wanted to see her. As she held his hand in hers, hope bloomed into his chest. He wanted to see her so bad. He wanted to get to know her. But was it worth it? He would end up hurting her. He wasn't made for love.
He opened his eyes as he felt her hands cupping his face. She was so close to him right now. Oh boy! What wouldn't he give just to see her face. He could feel warmth sipping from her hands as she murmured softly:
"Do not shut me down again. You are not psychotic. You are not crazy. You've been through things that have left scars in you for life. It's okay to have anxiety. But you have to learn to control it. You are not your anxiety. You are not you conversion disorder. You are Mikhail De Luca."

He felt tingling sensation where her hands were touching his face. His breathing turned slightly ragged as he took in her scent. His body felt hot as his shaft became engorged. It has been two years since he had last been with a woman. And his body was in a raging hunger for this particular one. He swallowed as he tried to control his sexual urges.
"I am Mikhail De Luca", he repeated, his voice sounding coarse.
Sofia suddenly became away of how close to him she was. She was slightly crouched in front of him to be at eye-level. It was a mistake. She could now take in the full beauty of this man. She wanted to kiss his lush lips, to feel his carroused hands caressing her. She was being totally unethical by lusting over her patient.

She wanted to feel bad but she did not. Would he caressed her gently or roughly? She had never been caressed by a man in her life. It was quite pathetic as her ex-husband never did anything to pleasure her. He would just get down to business directly and fucked her. There was no lingering fingers or loving pecks. It was crazing how she had not noticed that Hector was a complete douchebag and a narcissistic. But she had a feeling that Mikhail would not be the same. He looked like a man who could make a woman scream and beg with pleasure.
She shook her head, breaking out of her fantasy. She needed to get a grip of herself. This was not about her sexual urges; this was about his health. She removed her hands on his face and sat down in the chair next to him.

Mikhail felt a void at the lost of physical contact. He wanted to shrug it off but he couldn't. He needed to feel her touch again but he was afraid. He felt that if he touched her, she would leave. He clenched his fists and shifted so that she did not noticed his erection.
"Can we start again? I will help you but you have to let me."
He nodded.
"Tell me about yourself."
"I am not good at this, doc. I am not good at expressing myself. Where do I start?"
"From the beginning."