blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

I. Still Here, Still Yours

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~ Ariana ~

Saturday mornings were devoted to sleeping in until two in the afternoon, and God forbid I am awaken before then. I would like to think I was not a handful to my doctors, but I have grown such an unusual connection with one doctor in particular that it did not really matter.

I was not the least surprised to have my Saturday morning ruined by his gentle touch and oppositely rude shaking.

"Good morning Ariana. I'm here to do a quick evaluation, and this time it will only be a second I swear. I know you like to sleep in on Saturdays." He chuckled as I inwardly groaned, sitting up in the surprisingly comfortable hospital bed with fifty sheets wrapped around me.

Doctor Wright, or as he insisted I call him Michael, took my hand in his. I shivered at his cold touched and relaxed as I listened to him further. "I'm going to take your blood pressure now." He said before wrapping something around my arm.

I listened as he scribbled nonsense down, the sound of his pen moving swiftly across whatever page he had was almost deafening. He continued his evaluation with a few more questions. "How are you feeling, Ariana?" He asked.

"Sleepy." I replied. Sliding back in between my sheets, I laid myself on my side as I continued to listen to Michael. "Understood. Besides feeling sleepy, how else do you feel?" The more psychiatric side of Michael eased through his words, and I understood that my answer wasn't necessarily what he was looking for.

"Empty." I whispered, and it is surprising how I have managed to speak in relevance to what happened without bursting into tears. Michael still does not know about him, and I intend to leave it that way but I feel like one of these days I will have to come around and tell him the truth.

"Alright. You can go back to sleep now, but I will be back later on to do another evaluation." I was glad Michael did not decide to ask any further questions and instead allowed me to go back to sleep. Sleep is all I have come to anticipate nowadays.

"What is the point of these evaluations anyways, if you don't mind me asking. They're all the same; these past three and a half months have been a bore." I said as pulled my sheets over me. "I mean, you're doing an ace job Michael but I still see no point."

"Well Ariana, other than directing your treatment part of my job is to work with the patients at the rehabilitation facility which you happen to be a worthy candidate for. I say that with all due respect; I don't expect you to join a session all at once but do consider it. Maybe sharing your story will relieve you of this emptiness that's haunting you."

I blinked two, three times, trying to figure out a witty comeback but came out blank. I had to admire Michael for his kindness, but I just was not ready yet.

"As well, since the point of your treatment is to help regain your eyesight I have to ensure that you are emotionally stable during the final procedure so that afterwards you do not go crazy. A farfetched possibility but still a possibility. I imagine you're going to be quite excited to see again." He chuckled as I grinned in agreement. "You bet."

"Anything in particular you want to see first?" He asked. I nodded, "My family, definitely." I grinned at the thought. Above seeing the world, my family is my number one priority.

I want to see my beautiful mother, my brother and my Nonna. I want to see the people who made me, me. I would be nothing with them.

"That's nice, and afterwards?" He asked.