Styles MD

Styles MD

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"I couldn't stand it!" I grimaced and swung my feet over the side of the comfortable beige lounge chair. I refused to lie down with my fingers interlocked laying on my abdomen. Too cliché. "Mmmh, and how do you feel about it?" He pressed. My hands slid down my face and tugged on my lip, then continued to fall down to my sides in frustration. "I felt frustrated, irritated, and every other annoying emotion in the book! I feel the same way every time you ask me that shit question!" He slid his black framed glasses to the end of his nose and peered at me, seemingly contemplating what to say next. His glasses didn't even have lens...who the hell was this guy? All I knew was that... 1. He was a 20 something year old physiatrist with obnoxious, yet perfectly floppy curly hair. 2. He seemed like he never knew what the hell he was doing. How'd he even get a degree? Or a job...? and 3. He was extremely attractive...
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*Previously named: I'm Not A Saint* ----- "Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger. There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine. Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again. "No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath. My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself. ------

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