"Mitchel...just go...help the poor child out" a female nurse prodded at the young man with persistence.
"No" he said in a defiant manner, he was leaning against the wall and looked at the young woman sitting in her bed staring at a wall absentmindedly .
He was being informed that she could not see and she did not have much family who could visit her and she was well lonely, she had gotten into an accident and has temporary blindness known as flash blindness.
The nurses are trying to get this kid , Mitchel Cargle to keep her company but it was not his strong point, other people who especially beautiful people. Here at the hospital was a sanctuary ,many people had different forms just like him he helped out in the children's ward where children had leukemia or severe burns they could easily talk to him, they related to him due to his own disfigurations and they looked passed them.
Children were innocent and pure, not affected by society and no one seemed to really care about Mitchel helping these children as long as the parents did not see him, parents treated him as if he were a monster that could harm their children in sadistic ways which is far from the truth.
"Mitchel! You will do it... you need friends over the age of ten" she hissed as she grabbed his ear, the old woman was from Australia and accepted Mitchel from the start she used to be a nun and thought it was her calling ...but she was not too pleased with some things going on in the church, they could be two-faced there so she came to the United States and became a nurse here in Chicago, Illinois.
"Sherry! Let go" she said trying to push her off gently and sighed before complying to her demand " Fine ...just till she can see again...that's it...nothing more" he said making his conditions flat and clear.
He ran his hand over his bald scalp before sighing feeling almost nauseated over this situation.
Mitchel Cargle is just a kid who was trying to figure out life, he was from abusive family and emancipated himself from his parents when he was sixteen having a wide –range of proof to leave them.
He had burns from cigars and cigarettes from his parents that would be permanent, he had many scars from operations to fix broken bones and such from being beaten, and he actually has a branding mark on his upper thigh from his father's cattle brand when he was fourteen.
He had part of his left ear cut off, the cartilage from throwing a tantrum in a store from when he was four years old and well that was not the end of it but he hated reflecting on those memories. He belonged to the state now, had a small income from them and he worked part-time as a night janitor for his school.
Oh, god school is just horrible he has one or two friends but they don't want to be seen in public with him afraid of being picked on. He has the nickname " Quasimodo" from the dumb Disney movie...kids were so original these days. He is glad to be a senior hoping college would provide him with a brighter future.
He just felt so tired from all the judgmental hypocrites out there, he kept telling himself though somewhere out there someone was facing far more troubles than him...at least he could work on changing his fate.
He refocused at the beautiful young women in the white plain hospital room " Hello, Miss...I am Mitchel Cargle" he said gently.
Nora Mercy Gimble was her name; she resided in the hospital room 226. She was only going to be in there till her condition improved, which was uncertain at the moment. Her wavy blonde hair was placed on top of her head in a messy bun. Her eyes were bandaged with gauze to be careful of the light so she would not end up permanently blind.
She was in for a condition called "Flash Blindness", it happened during the car accident earlier this month, she was driving when an oncoming black suburban collided head on with her in the middle of an intersection, its headlights somehow were too bright for her eyes to handle and with the concussion and other injuries the flash blindness coursed out to be worse than most cases.
She played with the blanket that was placed around her, her other senses have become slightly heightened due to her eye sight being disabled at the moment, but touch has become the most sensitive, she could feel the different materials around her, it was almost as if she could feel the air change with every draft or moving person, it creeped her out a bit.
Nora turned her head being careful since her neck was stiff and sore, she had bruises all over her body, it almost looked as if she had been mugged before she came here, her other arm was placed in a sling since her collar-bone had been broken.
Nora lived a normal average life in her standards; she was studious in school and worked hard since she wanted to work in the medical field with the pre-mature babies. She did volunteer work on the side, mainly habitat for humanity etc.. she also played basketball and softball for her high school . She was seventeen and was highly active, she always has been.
She had a younger sister at the age of six years of age. Nora wondered how she was doing, but she just had nothing else to do, she was bored and alone. She never knew just how much your eyes dealt with in your life. She listened to the ticking of the clock and the murmuring of a radio in the room next to her.
Her attention became alert though as she swore she heard her door open. " Hello?" her voice asked aloud as she sat up and leaned forward a bit and winced slightly from her being so sore.
Her ears picked up the deep tenor of a male's voice. She did not know anyone Mitchel Cargle. God she hoped he was not some stalker or something from her school. She offered a pleasant smile to him however.
Clearing her throat she responded to him "Hello, I am Nora Gimble" she stated bluntly.
Why was this man even here?
