"Yes? Please come in"
I looked up to see the most alluring pair of eyes I'd ever seen accompanied by an equally handsome face. His features were not just handsome, he looked beautiful......almost angelic. Well, damn it, he was an angel.
"Hello, I...
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"I can't see."
"What?" I whispered, eyes hollow. I felt dead inside.
Everyone on the table mirrored my expression.
"What do you mean? Are you hurt?" Jimin's mother made her way towards Jimin, taking his face in her hands, feeling devasted.
I crouched next to his chair and took his face in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes. I looked at his eyes and they looked pretty ordinary. I took my phone out, hands trembling. I could barely fathom what was going on. Jimin was sitting there like a zombie, letting us do whatever we wanted to do to him. He looked destroyed.
I switched on the flashlight in my phone and flashed it on his eyes, looking for a pupillary reflex. It was normal, putting me at ease and making me annoyed at the same time.
What was the freaking issue? A number of possible options came into my mind. Glaucoma? But he didn't have diabetes. It could be a possibility though.
My mind and body went rigid with worry. We had to treat him immediately. I ran towards the doorway to get the car key and ran out of the house to get the car out. As soon as I was done, I rushed in to move him to the car.
His parents kept bombarding me with questions. I just told them that I wasn't sure and that they should try to stay calm. His mother was bawling and his father just stayed seated in his chair, looking grim.
"Dad, please help me move him to the car." I asked him, heaving heavily for breath.
My words didn't make their way to him. He sat there, in his own world. It was only when mom woke him out of his dreamy state, that he rushed forward to help me.
Jimin didn't utter a single word throughout the ride. He sat there, broken. Not a single tear left my eye this time. I was done with all the sh*t that life was throwing at me. I was done.
It was like I was standing in front of the demon called life who decided to destroy me and I stood in front of him, not willing to give up.
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