Rating: G
Pairing: Michael/Daphne
Characters: Michael Corner and Daphne Greengrass
Summary: Daphne, blinded, must now rely on touch - and Michael - to get around.
Notes: Writing challenge based on Merriam Webster's word of the day.
I couldn't see anymore. Caught in the crossfire. Hadn't really wanted to get involved, but things happened, and in the end, I was there. I guess I made it out better than some, because some hadn't made it out at all. But the sacrifice of my eyes was annoying, even if it meant not living in fear anymore. I just didn't feel like doing anything anymore.
And I hated hearing things, because I'd just want to look at what I was hearing, then I'd remember that I couldn't, and that was annoying. More than that, it was depressing. I was only nineteen, and I planned to have much more of a life ahead of me. How was I going to do that if I couldn't see?
There were footsteps, and I knew it was Michael. It was funny what I was learning, even in the couple weeks I'd been blind. I could distinguish the sound of one person's footsteps from another; I could tell by the way the floor under me moved, too. Little vibrations could give a person away just as easily as the sounds of their footsteps. I ignored them, though, instead leaning on the window. It was hot; the sun was out. It must have been mid-afternoon, or this side of the ward would be in shadow and the window would be cold.
Hey, Daph, I could feel him say. But he didn't actually say it. Just touched my shoulder gently, which made me smile and turn away from what I guessed was a very bright light. Holding my hand out to him, I could feel that he was wearing a sweatshirt, not a proper robe like he should have been. It was open in the front, and the t-shirt under it was probably wrinkled.
He was tense, too, I could feel it, but I didn't say anything. After all, Michael wouldn't be able to hear me. A fine pair we made now. Still, we'd lucked out, in a way. He could still see, I could still hear, and maybe, together, we could interpret the world.
