a late night drive with friends. alcohol. lights. music. bang. the car jolts forward. woosh. your flown across the seats. and soon your sight begins to fade into the realms of pure darkness.

your awoken by the sound of a familiar voice. your boyfriend. you try to open your eyes but your still seeing nothing but black. maybe you’re still dreaming? you call out john’s name in a slightly panicked tone, after pinching yourself and realising your not dreaming after all.

but you slowly calm down as you feel his hand on your face, and you take deep breaths. “you’re blind, baby.” he said quietly, not wanting to scare you.

when he first heard the knees, he was terrified— he rushed to the hospital as quick as he could. he couldn’t believe it. but once you had woken up and once he saw your cloudy vision and the way you weren’t looking at him, he knew it was true. he didn’t know what to do, what was supposed to happen next, and so he just held your face like that, attempting to comfort you; and, in some way, himself, too.