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A/N: Here is part 2 PLEASE NO SILENT READERS!!
LOGAN'S CAR: NOON
Max felt so alone… so lost. Everywhere she looked there was darkness. She was surrounded by it. How could it be everywhere at once? She hated the dark now. It used to hold a sense of peace for her, now all it did was make her terrified. What she wouldn't do for a glimpse of the sun, or any light for that matter. She recalled most of what had gone on in the past two hours. Bling coming and talking to her, he said she had to go see a doctor. She had told him "NO!" it was too dangerous. He had insisted, and had handed Max some clothes. Now how was she supposed to get dressed? Think Max, you can do this. You've done much harder things in your life. Max found it easier to get dressed than she had originally thought, by finding tags, and zippers, Max had managed to get herself dressed. After she had herself dressed, she fell asleep. Logan came in an hour later to tell her they had to go to that doctor. They drove for, what seemed to Max, forever. Without being able to see where they were going made Max nervous, and that made it seem longer than it really was. Then, all of a sudden, they stopped. Bling helped her out of the car, and into a small building. God, she felt so helpless, which was not feeling she was used to. As they entered another room, they were greeted by a friendly female voice,
"Well hello Max, good to see you feeling better."
Max, shocked that this stranger knew her name tensed up. Logan seeing this said,
"It's O.K. Max she's a friend, she helped you after the accident."
"Oh sorry," Max replied.
"That's quite alright," the woman said. " Now, Logan tells me that you are having some trouble seeing?"
"Not exactly, I can't see at all."
"Alright, why don't you get up on the table, it's right in front of you."
Max reached her hand out in front of her and felt it land on something cold and hard.
"That must be the table." Max thought to herself.
Max than put both hands out, and felt for the table, finding it, she turned around, placed her hands back on it, and pushed herself up.
After checking Max out, Dr. Jones found nothing wrong other than that Max couldn't see.
"Well Max I would consider myself lucky. You don't show any sign of a concussion, or any broken bones. As far as your vision, it could come back, and than again, it might not. You have a 50/50 chance, considering your age and physical condition, I would bet in you favor, but it could take as long as a year to regain all of your vision. I recommend you learn how to get around as you are now. I have a friend, Mark Tyson. He runs a school for the blind about four-hour drive from here. I can get you an appointment if you would like."
"I'll have to think about it."
"O.K., but I recommend that you do. It may be more important than you think. Being blind is not something to take lightly, you could get seriously hurt."
"I'll talk to Logan tonight."
"Alright, tell him to call me in the morning with you answer. The sooner you go the better."
LOGAN'S PENTHOUSE: 9:00A.M.
Max and Logan were argueing. Max didn't want to go to that "School", but Logan insisted.
"Fine, I give up! I don't care anymore!" Max yelled
"Max, I'm sorry you feel this way, but you don't know how long you'll be this way, and you need to get help."
"Fine, like I said, I don't care, call that doctor fried of your, and tell her I'll go, under one condition, you come with me."
"Like I wouldn't come with you, but whatever you say."
5 HOURS LATER
Max felt herself being led through a doorway, and than a smaller doorway. She knew Bling was leading her, but if it was someone else, she would have no way of knowing. God, she felt like such a child (she hadn't been able to find the bathroom earlier at Logan's). Soon she was directed to sit down. She obeyed, what else could she do, it wasn't as if she could fight her way out. She sat for a while, feeling vounerable, than a new voice greeted her.
"Hello, you must be Max. I'm Mark Tyson, but you can call me Mark."
"O.K. Mark,"
"Why don't you come with me, and I'll introduce you to one of my friends," Mark replied.
Max than felt a hand on her shoulder leading her to another room.
"Max stay here, and I'll go get my friend."
Max heard him walk away.
"What so I'm just supposed to stand here?" Max thought to herself.
Soon Mark returned, this time with another person.
" Max, I'd like you to meet Emilia Wolfe. She will be helping you while I go talk to your friend Logan, oh and Em, be nice." Mark said
"Of course Mark, you know how I am," Emilia replied.
" Hay Max. So you new to all of this?" Emilia asked.
"Yah, I feel so... so lost."
"I know how you feel, I felt that way before I came here."
"You blind too?"
"Blind as a bat, and have been most of my life. I came here when I was 7 and now I help others the way Mark and the others helped me, you know how to get around, do everyday things, and read."
"How can you read if you can't see?"
"You've never heard of braille?"
"No, is it hard?"
"Well all it is, is raised bumps, but it gets easier with the more you read."
"Do you mind if I ask how you went blind?"
" No not at all. I have R.P. Retinitus Pigmentosa, it's a disease of the retna, and congenital cateracts, both cause blindness, and both are incurable, so I am totally blind. How did you go blind?"
" Car accident. I took a header off my bike and slammed into a tractor-trailer truck."
"Ouch. Well enough talk. Let's get down to business. Since you don't have a cane of your own, you can use mine, you'll need one for yourself ASAP, but for now mine will do. Now take it, and put it in the hand you write with, and put it an arm's length out in front of you."
"Tell me just why I'm doing this?"
"The can e will be your eyes. You use it to feel what's in front of you and to feel if the ground is rough or smooth."
"Oh sorry, I just feel really stupid doing this."
"Well, you don't have to worry about e seeing you do something dumb, because I can't."
"O.K. I guess I didn't think of it that way."
"So Max how old are you?"
"19 and you?"
"I'm 14. Max may I ask you a personal question?"
"It depends."
"What do you look like?"
"Well, I'm about 5'6", with dark curlyish hair, and olive colored skin."
"What color are your eyes?"
"Um, Dark brown."
"Oh, O.K."
"Why do you consider that a personal question?"
"Well I don't know what I look like, so I figure people might feel strange telling me what I can't tell them."
"I'm sorry I can't tell you what you look like."
"Don't feel bad the only thing I can really "see" about you is your curly hair, I don't know colors."
"How old were you when you lost all of your sight?"
"Well, I came out visually impaired, and it just went downhill from there, until I was 3, than I couldn't see at all."
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be."
A/N: Here is part 2 PLEASE NO SILENT READERS!!
LOGAN'S CAR: NOON
Max felt so alone… so lost. Everywhere she looked there was darkness. She was surrounded by it. How could it be everywhere at once? She hated the dark now. It used to hold a sense of peace for her, now all it did was make her terrified. What she wouldn't do for a glimpse of the sun, or any light for that matter. She recalled most of what had gone on in the past two hours. Bling coming and talking to her, he said she had to go see a doctor. She had told him "NO!" it was too dangerous. He had insisted, and had handed Max some clothes. Now how was she supposed to get dressed? Think Max, you can do this. You've done much harder things in your life. Max found it easier to get dressed than she had originally thought, by finding tags, and zippers, Max had managed to get herself dressed. After she had herself dressed, she fell asleep. Logan came in an hour later to tell her they had to go to that doctor. They drove for, what seemed to Max, forever. Without being able to see where they were going made Max nervous, and that made it seem longer than it really was. Then, all of a sudden, they stopped. Bling helped her out of the car, and into a small building. God, she felt so helpless, which was not feeling she was used to. As they entered another room, they were greeted by a friendly female voice,
"Well hello Max, good to see you feeling better."
Max, shocked that this stranger knew her name tensed up. Logan seeing this said,
"It's O.K. Max she's a friend, she helped you after the accident."
"Oh sorry," Max replied.
"That's quite alright," the woman said. " Now, Logan tells me that you are having some trouble seeing?"
"Not exactly, I can't see at all."
"Alright, why don't you get up on the table, it's right in front of you."
Max reached her hand out in front of her and felt it land on something cold and hard.
"That must be the table." Max thought to herself.
Max than put both hands out, and felt for the table, finding it, she turned around, placed her hands back on it, and pushed herself up.
After checking Max out, Dr. Jones found nothing wrong other than that Max couldn't see.
"Well Max I would consider myself lucky. You don't show any sign of a concussion, or any broken bones. As far as your vision, it could come back, and than again, it might not. You have a 50/50 chance, considering your age and physical condition, I would bet in you favor, but it could take as long as a year to regain all of your vision. I recommend you learn how to get around as you are now. I have a friend, Mark Tyson. He runs a school for the blind about four-hour drive from here. I can get you an appointment if you would like."
"I'll have to think about it."
"O.K., but I recommend that you do. It may be more important than you think. Being blind is not something to take lightly, you could get seriously hurt."
"I'll talk to Logan tonight."
"Alright, tell him to call me in the morning with you answer. The sooner you go the better."
LOGAN'S PENTHOUSE: 9:00A.M.
Max and Logan were argueing. Max didn't want to go to that "School", but Logan insisted.
"Fine, I give up! I don't care anymore!" Max yelled
"Max, I'm sorry you feel this way, but you don't know how long you'll be this way, and you need to get help."
"Fine, like I said, I don't care, call that doctor fried of your, and tell her I'll go, under one condition, you come with me."
"Like I wouldn't come with you, but whatever you say."
5 HOURS LATER
Max felt herself being led through a doorway, and than a smaller doorway. She knew Bling was leading her, but if it was someone else, she would have no way of knowing. God, she felt like such a child (she hadn't been able to find the bathroom earlier at Logan's). Soon she was directed to sit down. She obeyed, what else could she do, it wasn't as if she could fight her way out. She sat for a while, feeling vounerable, than a new voice greeted her.
"Hello, you must be Max. I'm Mark Tyson, but you can call me Mark."
"O.K. Mark,"
"Why don't you come with me, and I'll introduce you to one of my friends," Mark replied.
Max than felt a hand on her shoulder leading her to another room.
"Max stay here, and I'll go get my friend."
Max heard him walk away.
"What so I'm just supposed to stand here?" Max thought to herself.
Soon Mark returned, this time with another person.
" Max, I'd like you to meet Emilia Wolfe. She will be helping you while I go talk to your friend Logan, oh and Em, be nice." Mark said
"Of course Mark, you know how I am," Emilia replied.
" Hay Max. So you new to all of this?" Emilia asked.
"Yah, I feel so... so lost."
"I know how you feel, I felt that way before I came here."
"You blind too?"
"Blind as a bat, and have been most of my life. I came here when I was 7 and now I help others the way Mark and the others helped me, you know how to get around, do everyday things, and read."
"How can you read if you can't see?"
"You've never heard of braille?"
"No, is it hard?"
"Well all it is, is raised bumps, but it gets easier with the more you read."
"Do you mind if I ask how you went blind?"
" No not at all. I have R.P. Retinitus Pigmentosa, it's a disease of the retna, and congenital cateracts, both cause blindness, and both are incurable, so I am totally blind. How did you go blind?"
" Car accident. I took a header off my bike and slammed into a tractor-trailer truck."
"Ouch. Well enough talk. Let's get down to business. Since you don't have a cane of your own, you can use mine, you'll need one for yourself ASAP, but for now mine will do. Now take it, and put it in the hand you write with, and put it an arm's length out in front of you."
"Tell me just why I'm doing this?"
"The can e will be your eyes. You use it to feel what's in front of you and to feel if the ground is rough or smooth."
"Oh sorry, I just feel really stupid doing this."
"Well, you don't have to worry about e seeing you do something dumb, because I can't."
"O.K. I guess I didn't think of it that way."
"So Max how old are you?"
"19 and you?"
"I'm 14. Max may I ask you a personal question?"
"It depends."
"What do you look like?"
"Well, I'm about 5'6", with dark curlyish hair, and olive colored skin."
"What color are your eyes?"
"Um, Dark brown."
"Oh, O.K."
"Why do you consider that a personal question?"
"Well I don't know what I look like, so I figure people might feel strange telling me what I can't tell them."
"I'm sorry I can't tell you what you look like."
"Don't feel bad the only thing I can really "see" about you is your curly hair, I don't know colors."
"How old were you when you lost all of your sight?"
"Well, I came out visually impaired, and it just went downhill from there, until I was 3, than I couldn't see at all."
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be."