One-Shots and Short Stories

Blind Love - Part 3 (Short Story)

YiBo POV

I was disoriented and in pain, my mind nothing but a hazy fog.  Groaning at the pressure behind my eyes, I tried to lift my hand but found I was too weak.  Then I heard a voice soothing me as my mind drifted to the beeping sounds next to my head, steady and somewhat melodious, lulling me back into the darkness. 

The next time I woke, the disorientation was gone, and the pain was reduced to just a dull ache.  I frowned and felt an obstruction over my eyes.  Carefully, I lifted my hands and felt the bandage covering my eyes.

"YiBo!  You're awake!"  A voice called out, and I hesitated a moment before recognizing it.

"Uncle James?"  My throat felt raw as if something had been shoved down there.

"YiBo... how are you feeling, son?  Are you in pain?"

"No," I rasped.  "Uncle, where is Sean?  When is he going to come visit me?" 

I couldn't wait to see Sean.  This past year, he'd become my guiding light, my beacon.  I would have been so lost if not for him.  He was the sole reason I decided to defy the odds and confront my fears head-on, to show the entertainment world that I was not weak.  To show him I was strong enough to protect him... to love him.

Without realizing it, I had fallen madly and irrevocably in love with this man whom I've never seen.  The miracle that I had been wishing for finally came true.  Soon, I will be able to see the face of the man I love.

"Uncle?"  I asked again when I didn't receive a response.  "Where is Sean?"

Once again, my uncle remained silent and a sense of foreboding hit me.  I began to panic as fear crept into my heart.  Struggling to sit up, I waved my arms frantically for my uncle while bellowing, "Uncle!  Where is Sean?  Please tell me where he is!"

"Sean is gone, YiBo.  He left right before the surgery.  I'm afraid I don't know where he is.  He..."  My uncle paused a moment and I cocked my head to listen.  "He left you a letter."

"A letter?"  I whispered brokenly as my world came crashing down around me.  "I did all this for him, and he left without saying goodbye?  A letter," I said bitterly.  "All I'm worth to him was a letter?"

Suddenly, I became crazed, screaming at the heartlessness of the man who had abandoned me.  A man whom I thought was different from the rest.  But he was just like the rest of the sycophants around me.  In my fit of rage, I ripped out my IV then tried to unwrap the bandages around my eyes. 

Hands fought me, held me down yet I still raged on.  Feeling a prick in my arm, I turned and tried to punch the person who just shot me up with something, but my body started feeling sluggish, and the next thing I know, I was out cold.

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It has been six months since the corneal transplant surgery, and although there was a bit of swelling, my eyes have been healing quite well.  I still have not returned to work full-time but have been slowly working on my next project.  My latest album which was set to be released a month from now.    

Sean's letter still sat unread in my desk.  At first, I wanted to throw it away without reading it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I stuffed it in the drawer.  Out of sight, out of mind.

A knock interrupted my reverie, and I turned to say, "Yes?"

"YiBo, there's someone here to talk to you," my uncle informed me through the open doorway to my study.

"Who?"  I asked him, not even curious about any visitors who come here.

"A lawyer from an entertainment law firm," Uncle James replied.