Another new multi-chapter being added to the CheekyBrunette family. YAY! This one is for Samara13! Sorry if it stinks!
"I can't see!" Logan yelped, rubbing smoothie from his eyes and blinking hard. Dr. Hollywood stood above him, clipboard in hand, acting like he was doing something important, but really just solving an intense Sudoku puzzle. Who he was doing this for, considering Logan was currently blind, was unknown.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, that should wear off in a couple hours," he informed him, earning a rather girly shriek from Logan. He reached out, taking a shot in the dark, to grab the doctor. His hand snagged on his white lab coat, and he pulled, getting Dr. Hollywood's attention. "What?" he asked, annoyed to be interrupted. "I'm working here!"
"Don't you have, like, a shot or something you could give me so I could, I don't know, maybe see?" he asked nervously, getting worked up. He would rather not be blind for the rest of the day. Dr. Hollywood shook his head, not like Logan could see it.
"Nope," he answered, putting a hand on Logan's shoulder. The boy flinched, not knowing it was coming. "Just hang in there. It'll go away. Eventually. NEXT!" he yelled, pushing Logan out of his seat and towards the door. Logan tipped his way out into the waiting room, running into the front desk.
"Mama Knight?" he called out, having no idea where she was sitting. "Mama Knight?" he shouted a little louder, almost hysterically. His heart started pounding as the thought of being alone in a hospital waiting room, blind to the injured, random people surrounding him set in. His pulse increased as he imagined the vomiting, bleeding, broken strangers that could be near him. "MAMA-"
"I'm right here, Hun," came a voice from in front of him. Logan jumped back, startled, then collapsed into her arms for a big hug. "What's the matter, Logan?" she asked, not knowing what had happened in the doctor's office. Logan pulled away, plucking off her hair as it stuck to his face, sticky from smoothie.
"I can't see anything…" he trailed off, then imagined her probably worried expression and continued, "but just for a few hours. It should wear off," he explained. He heard a gasp and the soft sound of hands cupping over her mouth. It was sort of amazing how heightened his other senses were not that his vision was gone. His head dropped and he squirmed in his clunky sneakers, waiting for her verbal reaction, trying to gauge the situation for himself. Maybe he would just go to sleep… after all, what else is there to do when you're blind? He felt Mrs. Knight's hand wrap around his and he nearly leapt out of his skin, clearing having not seen it coming.
"Sorry," she apologized for more reasons than one. "I wish the boys hadn't dragged you into this," she huffed, putting on her "I'm going to ground them so hard, they don't see sun for three years" voice. Logan winced and grabbed what he hoped were her shoulders.
"It's okay, Mrs. Knight," he assured her, not wanting his friends to get in trouble. "It was my fault anyway. I'm the one who got pranked himself here," he said, blushing at his failure. He heard fabric rustle as Mrs. Knight crossed her arms.
"Whatever you say, Logan," she said with a sigh, and Logan smiled with relief. And with that, they began the very difficult process of getting him to the car without running into anything or anyone. Needless to say, it took a while, and situating him in the car wasn't any easier.
The most frustrating thing to Logan so far was not being able to know what time it was, especially while he was driving. He knew the Palm Woods was a half hour from Dr. Hollywood's office, but, since he couldn't see and didn't know his surroundings or the time, he had no clue when they would be back. "When are we gonna get there?" he asked, growing impatient. Mrs. Knight laughed.
"We just pulled up!" she chirped, and then they faced the issue of walking into the Palm Woods itself. Logan sighed in relief as the cool air conditioning hit his face. "Do you want to go up to 2J and take a nap?" Mrs. Knight asked, arm around his waist to keep people from bumping him, and him from bumping people. He shook his head, a little too frustrated with this whole "not seeing" thing to go any further.
"I'd rather just go to the pool, and kick back in a lounge chair," he told her honestly. Mrs. Knight nodded against his shoulder, and realized he couldn't see it.
"Okay!" she responded, "now watch your step." And with that, she sat him down in a chair and left him alone at his request, clad in a sweet pair of shades.
And so began the longest four hours, forty-six minutes, and about nineteen seconds of Logan Mitchell's life. After all, there was a prank war at the Palm Woods, and who knew where that could lead? Especially when you're blind.
Short, I know. This whole thing is probably going to be pretty short, actually. *Wince*. BUT I'm TRYING TO ELONGATE IT! And now, I have four multi chapters. Great.