He had never minded darkness before. It had always comforted him… made sex so much less awkward too. But this unending darkness it was terrifying. It made him feel as if everything else would go. Soon he wouldn't be able to hear the music that kept him sane, he was already ceasing to speak.

He would've thought this at least would bring them home, a crippled child. But he wasn't a child anymore, and perhaps his condition didn't quite qualify as crippled. It did warrant his sister coming home but not his mother, she merely sent her well wishes and her assurances that he would recover soon. Maybe if his eyes had been gauged out she'd be here, but as it stood he had a chance to regain his sight, or so the doctors said. He didn't believe them.

His sister stayed for a few weeks, reading to him, playing for him, perhaps she was only here to live out some romantic fantasy of Princess who tends to her ailing Lord Brother.

After a while it became unbearable once more for her to stay around their father and she went home to their mother, a sea and miles away, but not before making sure he had someone to look after him.

She spoke in that disgustingly patronizing voice that she did not deserve for her fourteen minutes of seniority over him, "This is David, he's not a proper nurse, so you mustn't feel like an old man. He's only a student, but he'll do. Won't he?"

"I don't need any help Vi, I'm not an invalid and Juanita helps me around," he mumbled under his breath, "Not that I have any place to be."

Someone cleared their throats from behind Vi, a rough sort of cough, so not a frail little man-nurse then. He reproached his guessing, he was turning into a goddamn bat.

Vi persisted, she would, wouldn't she, "Juanita can hardly help herself around the house much less your hunk of man meat self."

He finally lost his patience, his voice rising, "I'll deteriorate soon enough, I can't exactly hit the gym with a golden retriever and Stevie Wonder glasses can I?"

"I can help with that."

The voice was deep, again, not a frail Hummel-like man. But there was an edge of care to it, the way Juanita spoke to him, "Can you?"

"Yeah, I mean… I worked as a trainer before and when I started studying to be a nurse I took interest in helping with …unconventional trainees."

He raised an eyebrow and tried not to think about how pathetically stupid his unfocused eyes must look, "Unconventional."

"You can feel your way around any equipment," the man assured him, "I can help."

His lips rose into a smirk but Vi kicked him in the shin before he could comment on just how much equipment Sebastian had felt his way around during the years, "What's your name?"

"David Karofsky," he paused a moment, somehow Sebastian could picture him shaking his head, "Dave."

"Fine then, Dave. You can stay and help me maintain this Adonis-like physic that no one, myself included, will ever look upon again."

"Surely you won't take up celibacy with your blindness," he could hear his sister's laugh hidden in her words.

"Off to Paris with you," he managed to find her hand without much fumbling on the chair's armrest, "nine months in the womb was enough, let's not ever spend so much time in the same continent again."

She squeezed his hand and pulled away, he could hear her footsteps down the hall, "As you wish little brother!"

He scoffed and shouted in her general direction, "FOURTEEN MINUTES VIOLA!"

David muffled laughter beside him. Quite frankly he'd forgotten he was there, "Sebastian and Viola? Is your mom a big Shakespeare fan?"

Sebastian turned to face the voice, "She thinks she's so clever. Luckily most people in Ohio lack that level of common literary culture."

David hummed in agreement, "Well I spend a lot of time reading to…"

"To the blind," he said flatly, "I am blind. You can say it. God knows I've spent enough time with father skirting around gay for everyone to start skirting around blind, now."

"Right," he said, "well I'm sort of specializing. So yes I spend a lot of time reading to the blind. Or vision-impaired as my boss insists."

Sebastian snorted, "Vision-impaired? You're kidding."

David's voice seemed to relax more, "I wish. They're all about being PC."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and wondered how ridiculous that looked, "The world isn't PC."

There was a softly bitter edge to his voice, "It wasn't PC when they were calling me a fag so…sorry, that was…"

Hmmm, well he was a nurse, he'd be lying if he said he was surprised, "It's fine David. I'm blind as a bat, not a child."

"I should be more professional," he muttered. It sounded as if he were repeating something he was told.

He leaned back in his chair, "Your PC boss tell you that too?"

"Yep," he popped the 'p' at the end of the word the way a kid would, it was kind of adorable.

"It seems like we have enough in common, David," he smiled his certifiably charming smile in his general direction.

His voice came from a different angle, he had sat down beside him, "Do we?"

"You're a gay blind-people minder and I'm a gay blind to be minded," he said causally, "Maybe this sightless stuff won't be so terrible for a while, huh?"

He could hear the smile in his voice, "I'll do my best."

"Now come on," he said standing and cursing the damn over sized wand he had to carry to keep him from banging into walls, "let's go."

The voice followed him down the hall, "Go where?"

"The gym room of course," he said with a smirk. He knew the entire concept of blind-work outs was a ridiculous construct to get him to accept a nurse, but he wondered if it could be done, "I'm hardly going to go by whatever shopping mall gym routine you were taught to instruct. I'll talk you through my work out and you can help me out."