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Chapter Eighteen

Sight Unseen

Noah looked at the huge, dark glasses that Dr. Pierce gave him. He was really supposed to wear these? He was look like a villain in one of the terrible action movies Casey insisted on watching on movie nights. Dr. Pierce say his hesitation and could not help but laugh.

"I know they're not the most fashionable, but you really should wear them when you can, especially outside. At least for the next week or so. You will notice that light with affect you differently. Your eyes are very weak," Noah nodded as he took in all of what the doctor said. He tucked them into his pocket and waited as the doctor finished. Dr. Pierce made a couple more notes and looked at Noah. "Well, Noah, I have to say that things look very well. The mass I noticed before is gone, but I will keep you on blood thinners for a little while longer to be sure. Your vision looks to be fully restored,"

"Why are things still a bit fuzzy?"

"I like I said earlier, your eyes are pretty weak. We'll wait another week and if things are still fuzzy, you may need to upgrade to glasses," Dr. Pierce pushed up his glasses for emphasis. "Now, I have a few instructions for you. Take your time with reading and watching TV. Do little bits at a time. Make sure you have proper lighting at all times. No trips to the movies for a while. If your eyes start to bother you, take notice of it. Take care of yourself; don't push it ok. There was a lot of trauma to your eyes and need to take their time to heal. I helped, now they need to take over,"

"Ok. Thank you Dr. Pierce. I don't know what to say,"

"Would it be ok if I hugged you?" Lily asked when she realized that the appointment was winding up. Dr. Pierce could not help but laugh. Lily was on her feet while the gray haired man stood up. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him deeply. She was so grateful that things were starting to mend themselves. Noah's vision was restored and he was going to heal from it. Maybe things with Luke could start to heal too. She whispered tearful thank yous into the older man's ear.

"A thank you like that is enough for me. Now, Noah I want to see you here in one week and we will see where we are. If anything changes, you call me right away and come in. Ok?" Noah nodded and slipped his arms into his jacket. "Do you have any questions for me?"

"No. Just thank you so so much," Noah said as he extended his hand and the Dr. Pierce took it in a hearty handshake.

Lily, Damian, and Noah walked out of the hospital and into the parking lot. Even with his dark glasses on, the sun light was still very strong. This was going to be a hard adjustment. As much as Noah wanted to see and look at everything, he really wanted to go home. He was slightly afraid at what his new world held for him. But it wasn't a new world; it was his original world. Why should he be scared of going back to his life?

Maybe it was his because he had changed? He was not the same man he was last fall. More importantly, Luke was not here. Luke was not here to share in this big step. He was better. He would be getting much better in the next few weeks and Luke didn't know.

That one thought made his heartache just enough to make him regret his decision. Why had he not told Luke about his surgery? He told everyone why. He didn't want to disappoint Luke again. He didn't want to hurt Luke anymore than he already had. Lily and Damian were talking to him and he was lost in thought.

"Noah?"

"Huh?"

"Do you need anything?" Lily repeated.

"No. I, uh, my head hurts. I'm going to go lie down for a little while," Noah said and Lily nodded. Noah turned and reached for his cane. It took him about 5 seconds to realize what he was doing. He didn't need this anymore. He smiled slightly and went up the stairs, unassisted.

He stepped into his room and shut the door. He leaned against it slightly and let out a long breath. He was tired but he didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to shut his eyes. He wanted to keep them open for as long as he could. He didn't want to be in the dark anymore. He wanted to see everything that he could. He walked across the room and sat on his bed. He looked at everything. He looked at the light brown color of the carpet. The dark shade of blue of his bed spread; he remembered borrowing it for his film shoot. He looked behind him and saw something leaning against the wall. He slowly got up and walked around to the other side of the bed. There against the wall was a large framed picture. Noah turned it around and sat down on the bed to look at it.

The poster for "Best Years of Our Lives" was beautiful. It was just Fredric March and Myrna Loy embracing, but it was an original print. The colors were still bright and clear. Someone took great care of it. He looked closer and could see that there were two signatures across the middle. Thinking about how much trouble Luke went through to get this mad his heart miss him so much. He saw that the envelope that Luke put with the gift was tucked into the frame along the bottom. He pulled it free and looked at the simple "Noah" scrawled across the cream envelope.

Luke's swift writing.

He opened the envelope and pulled out the note. He carefully unfolded it and read it. He knew what it said from Lily reading it to him, but he wanted to look at the words with his own eyes. He read the note over and over again. He wanted so much to talk to Luke. He slid across the bed and grabbed his cell.

And this time he actually dialed his number; with his own hands.

Scott knocked on the door and Luke answered almost immediately. He could see from his face that he was feeling better. He had color in his cheeks and that brilliant sparkle in his eyes. He was Luke again. He boss had insisted that he take a few days off and Luke did not hesitate to agree. He slept for like an entire day and was starting to feel like himself again.

"You must be feeling better," Scott said with a laugh.

"So much! My appetite is still not there, but hey I haven't thrown up for," he looked at his watch, "nearly ten hours,"

"That's something,"

"I'll say," Luke said and then stepped aside to let Scott inside. Luke shut the door and went into the bedroom. "Give me five minutes and I'll be ready,"

"You got it," Scott said as he sat down on the sofa. In the short time that he had known Luke, Scott had come to several conclusions.

One – he was a caffeine fiend.

Two – he wore more hair products then most people.

Three – Luke was never on time.

Scott sat and laughed to himself. It was Luke's cell that brought him back. It was sitting on the coffee table and was making a lot of noise. Who has Dancing Queen as a ring tone? Sometimes Luke was really gay. Scott grabbed it and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, uh," Noah was sure that he had dialed the wrong number, but he used his phonebook. This was Luke's number. "Is Luke there?"

"He's in the bedroom right now, can I take a message?"

"No, thanks," Noah said and then hung up. He had to. He felt his heart stopping and did not want Luke's new boyfriend to hear him cry.

Scott then saw Luke come, practically running from down the hall. He grabbed his coat and then latched onto Scott's wrist.

"Come on! If we're going to see the previews, we have to book it!"

"Luke, huh…"

Luke cut him real quick, "You can tell me in the cab," and he then ushered them out of the apartment.

The phone call was quickly forgotten with the rush to get to the theatre before the new Jennifer Aniston movie started.

Noah didn't forget it though. He gripped his phone for who knows how long before his hand started to hurt.

He was too late.

He lay on his side and curled in on himself; pulling his knees close to his body.

The tears quickly came, followed by sleep.

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