AN: Laugher, thanks for the review. I never really thought about Celia's blindness like that. So, in response to that, I researched being legally blind. I read that in the USA, public schools must make accommodations for blind students. I've made changes to fit this, so check the earlier chappies for changes.
SPOV:
When I felt that first trickle of blood run down my fingers, I started to panic. My thoughts were building in my head like the storm gaining strength around me. Where do I take her? Ms. Call's store? No, she'd ask too many questions. I finally decided on taking her to my house. Leah would help me.
As I awkwardly ran down the street, with this petite girl still lying in my arms,
I studied her features. Freckles, a pert nose, red hair. One thing stood out the most, her sunglasses. Why would she need sunglasses in rainy Washington? I was close to my house now and relief filled my mind, because the blood was dripping down my fingers faster and faster as I covered up the gash on her head. She must have hit her head when she fell down.
Rounding the corner that led to my street, I felt this redhead, who I had a weird urge to protect, stir in my arms.
CPOV:
I woke to, instead of the cold and wet pavement I expected, warm arms holding me.
Disturbing flash backs filled my mind with every passing second.
"Shhh, Celia. It's just me..."
"Have another drink"
"Come dance with me"
Images of him filled my brain. It scared me that I could remember his face better than my late mother. Right now all I wanted was to be away from whoever was holding me.