Aidan shifted restlessly in his seat. The door cut him off from the rest of the household, but he was used to it. His eyes were sunken, his hair was disheveled and his face was paler than usual. This was probably what came of sleep deprivation. But he didn't care. He could only stare at the expressionless face of his best friend, hoping, praying for some movement.

They'd accepted the fact that Lee would never be able to move again. WICKED had told them about her paralysis. Aidan still couldn't believe she'd given him her eyes, but he couldn't have been more grateful. But he wasn't crazy, sitting here beside Lee's bed, hoping for some movement from a paralyzed person.

It had happened a month ago. Lee's situation had suddenly become worse. High fever, shivering, sweating, and whatnot. They'd admitted her to the hospital in Paradise. All they wanted was for her to be cured of the fever. They got so much more.

The doctor, out of sheer curiosity, had checked her spinal cord and backbone. And he'd told them something that was elixir to their ears.

According to him, Lee had scope for being cured of her paralysis.

Lee's backbone had been broken just above her tailbone, which confirmed the fact that she would never be able to walk. However, given some time, she had the slightest chance of being able to perform upper body movement. She was slowly healing.

Every day Aidan would stare at her. Every time the sheet moved, his spirits would soar. Every time there was even the slightest movement around him, he would start and look at Lee.

But he saw nothing.

Lee made no sign of being able to move. Not even the tiny flick of her finger. Nowadays they kept her here because they wanted her to heal. For an entire month, Lee had been lying in this bed. And Aidan hadn't left her bedside.

He slept with his head resting on the side of her bed, the meager hours he did. He ate in the room; he always had his food brought to him. He hadn't seen the green grass of their garden in a while now. All he knew was the beige-walled room and the white bedsheet that Lee lay on.

He reached out and took her hand. Bending his head low, he squeezed hard. "Lee…" His voice broke. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it. The tears dripped down his cheeks and slowly dropped onto the bed sheet, creating a tiny puddle before being absorbed. "Lee, please. Please just come back. I know you can hear me. Please…"

He touched his forehead to her hand, his chest shaking with his sobs. "You finally came back, but like this? I know you can do this, Lee. Just show some movement. A flick of a finger. A squeeze of my hand. Please, something, anything. Please don't leave me…"

He shut his eyes tight. There was nothing. He felt absolutely nothing from Lee. A month had gone past, and she still made no movement. Aidan had refused to give up, but now he was losing hope. He simply couldn't believe that Lee would stay like this forever. He missed her voice. Her jokes. The way she made everyone laugh. He missed his best friend.

It seemed like Fate liked torturing them. They'd gotten Lee back, but they'd lost her. When they got the tiny hope of having her completely return, even that seemed to be crushed with every day that passed. Aidan's sobs were the result of endless sleepless nights and streams of prayers. He just wanted his best friend back. Was that too much to ask for?

He sat upright. Using his other hand, he wiped away his tears. He looked at Lee with a hard expression. "I'm not allowing this. You have to come back, Lee. And I know you will."

His throat was parched and dry from crying. He needed water. He eyed the glass that stood on the bedside table. He squeezed Lee's hand once more, and got up to get the glass.

And froze.

Because for the first time in months, Lee had squeezed his hand back.

~.~.~.~.

They weren't perfect. They were as far from perfect as possible. Kyra gazed at the two fourteen-year-olds playing in the meadow. The green-eyed boy who couldn't stop laughing. The blind girl, who wouldn't stop cracking jokes. The boy wheeled her around on a wheelchair, but being immobile didn't stop the girl from being snarky.

It had been two months since Lee had first shown some movement. Aidan had just about collapsed from elation that day. About seven week later, Lee had been able to start talking. And about a week ago, they'd let her out.

She was doomed to the wheelchair, but she made up for it by talking non-stop. She could no longer see the world, but now, Aidan took it upon himself to show it to her. They would go out every day onto the meadow, and Aidan would describe the flowers and scenery to her. Kyra, Newt, Thomas and Minho would sit watching them. Watching the two kids play around without a care in the world brought happiness to their hearts.

Kyra still couldn't believe that Lee had finally come back to them. They'd lost hope of ever having her back, but that day, hope had returned. Lee had been completely cured of her upper body paralysis merely weeks later. Now, her voice was always present in the background. Her jokes made everyone laugh all day. Her wheelchair was barely a limitation. They finally had their Lee back.

Sure, Lee would never be able to walk. But she could talk and function like a normal human being. Sure, she would never be able to see. But Aidan was her eyes. Sure she was stuck forever in a wheelchair. But her jokes and humor carried her better than her two feet could.

Kyra reached over and took Newt's hand. He smiled at her. She looked back at her brother, who was currently trying to place a butterfly on Lee's head. Lee was trying to guess in vain what he was doing. And the two were laughing their heads off. She couldn't help but smile wider.

Sure, they weren't perfect.

But they were happy.

And that was all that mattered.

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A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE-SHOT. BUT YOU GUYS ARE JUST WAY TOO AWESOME!

I knew it. I knew this was gonna happen. I wasn't ever going to bring Lee back. But you guys are just so awesome, I couldn't help it. I hope this chapter was good enough. I simply can't repay y'all for all the support you've given me. I'll never forget this story, Aidan, Lee, Kyra even Ross (poor Ross) and most of all, you guys. I wanted people to know Aidan's story. And I'm happy. So this is a final goodbye. Darkness is finally over. But it'll never leave my heart.

Hope you guys liked this. This is me signing off, from this story, for good. Hope I meet you guys in some other story of mine. Thank you so much for reading :')

A Fellow Glader.