"He's blind," the doctor says, looking first at Il Duce and then at Connor MacManus.
"What?" Il Duce asks, standing up and walking over to the side of the bed Murphy is lying on. "Is it permanent?"
"I don't know. Only time will tell if he will get his sight back or not," the doctor says, grabbing his bag. "I'll be back tomorrow. Call me if he wakes up."
"I'll walk ye out," Il Duce says, heading out of the bedroom. As the doctor heads out of the room, he stops beside Connor, who's just standing by the door staring at the unconscious Murphy.
"He'll be ok," the doctor says, putting his hand on Connor's shoulder.
"How do you know that?" Connor says, sinking to the floor. "He's blind. How is he going to be ok, when he is blind?"
"He's got you," the doctor says, which makes Connor look up. "He's going to need you now more than ever before." As the doctor walks out the door, Connor stands up and walks over to the bed. At first, he just stands there and looks at Murphy laying there on the bed, not moving, but Connor eventually lies down on the bed next to his twin. It takes only a few minutes for Connor to be fast asleep because he hasn't slept at all since the night Murphy got hurt.