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Blind Faith
D-Singer
Deb Atwood
allenk2@rpi.edu
Section A:
Christine Kent toyed with the strings of her dressing gown, a frown
puckering her lips and forehead. She'd heard steps moving past her room,
and had hoped someone would stop in to wheel her somewhere more exciting,
but no one had come in. Her hands fell from her lap to the heavy wheels of
her chair, and she clenched the tires angrily. She knew from her hesitant
experiments that she could move the chair herself if she tried, but without
her sight she couldn't see where to go and was more likely to fall down the
stairs than anything else.
She groaned in frustration. It was all so stupid and annoying. She had
been traveling home for the holidays when her classes ended just after
Thanksgiving, two weeks before. Her roommate had driven, since she lived
only an hour beyond Chris's home. It had started to storm, and was getting
late as they approached Chris's home. And only a few blocks from home,
some fool, who had apparently begun partying early, had run a red light,
skidded on the soft, wet snow, and run headlong into the passenger's side
of the car Chris was in.
When she awoke it was two days later. She was told Leigh had been
treated for bruises and released. But Chris's seatbelt had been defective,
sending her forward and sideways, into the central mirror and dashboard,
knocking her head violently. Broken glass had injured her eyes. A heavy
sliver of mirrored glass had lodged in her right eye, and it had taken the
surgeons several hours to repair the damage. Although it had missed the
delicate cornea, it was assumed she had lost her sight on that side.
What a Christmas present. Chris sighed, knowing that by going over it
again and again in her mind she was only getting herself into a worse mood.
Even realizing that the man who had done the deed had been so pickled in
alcohol that the police had immediately carted him away did her heart no
good. And the longer she sat alone, the more depressed she got.
"Chris?" a hesitant voice called from the doorway. She turned her
chair slightly so she faced the doorway, a slight smile lighting her face.
"Adam?"
Her brother moved quickly into the room to envelop her in a hug.
"God, Chris, you're a sight for sore eyes!" His voice trailed off and an
uncomfortable silence descended. Chris giggled nervously.
"Hey, Kent, aren't you going to introduce me?" a strange voice called.
Footsteps moved close, and she heard Adam stand and move slightly away from
her.
"Chris, this is my friend Jonathin." A strong hand found hers and
grasped it warmly.
"Pleased to meet you," Jonathin greeted her. His voice was deep, as if
it had echoed from a very large chest. She imagined this stranger as being
very broad shouldered.
Chris smiled. "I'm sorry I can't stand, but they seem to think I
should stay confined to this silly chair until my head recovers." She
gestured futilely towards the door. "They also seem to think to keep me
trapped in here until that day. " She turned her face to her brother, and
he could imagine her sad puppy eyes gleaming at him as she said, "Adam,
*please* take me downstairs!"
Adam chuckled as strong arms lifted her from the chair and a deep voice
rumbled, "Your wish is my command, dear lady." As she felt Jonathin lift
her, she automatically leaned against his chest - which was broad, though
not as much as she had expected. She felt the motion as Jonathin nodded
and said, "Get the chair, Kent, and we'll trot this girl downstairs and
outside to get some sun on her face!"
"Yes, sir!" Adam laughed.
Chris nestled against Jonathin's body, enjoying the feel of him warm
against her. She had been ignored by her family for so long since she had
come home from the hospital a few days before. They either smothered her
with worry and affection until she wanted to scream, or they tiptoed around
afraid to say a word for fear she'd drop further into depression. It was
such a relief to have people treat her *normally*!
She felt the chill as they stepped outside, and laughed to feel
snowflakes falling across her nose. "You forgot my jacket!" she laughed.
"Do you want me to catch my death of cold and give everyone something else
to worry about?"
As Jonathin lowered her to the ground, she felt something placed about
her shoulders, and heard Adam's voice saying, "Don't worry, kid, your big
brother remembered the little details, even if this lummox didn't."
Jonathin chuckled good-naturedly, and the two enjoyed easy banter while
Chris just enjoyed being outside. One hand in front of her, she hesitantly
moved to the side, trying to find the porch rail in a space where there was
no danger of her tripping down the stairs. Her hand was too high, and when
her legs struck the railing she made a startled sound at the pain. But
then she just leaned on the railing, her head thrown back, her tongue out
to catch elusive snowflakes on its tip.
Soon, her mother called them in to dinner, and with Jonathin on one arm
and Adam on the other, Chris walked for the first time to the dinner table.
"Chris?" Her mother sounded surprised as she entered the dining room.
"Are you sure you want to... I mean, with the bandages ... even your
other eye... The voice trailed off.
Chris's hands clenched against her escorts' arms. "I realize that the
bandages make it impossible for me to see from either eye, mother, but I'm
tired of being tucked away in my room like I'm something to be ashamed of.
I want to eat at the table. I'll work something out." Her voice was stiff
and stilted, and full of raw pain. She felt the pain of tears starting.
It angered her to be without both eyes, but the surgeon had explained that
the second eye had been scratched slightly, and needed time to heal as
well. Leaving her without either for the time being. She sat in the chair
the guys guided her to, and placed her hands on the table, hesitantly
touching the fork and plate. She moved her hand slowly forward, fingertips
on the table, until she touched the base of her glass. She lifted it to
her lips, sipping at the water, then slowly placed it back on the table,
smiling broadly when she accomplished it without spilling.
She heard the dinner chatter begin as the others seated themselves, and
then the dishes being passed around so each could fill their plates.
"Do you like green beans?" a low voice asked from her left. She shook
her head.
"Only slightly," she answered, just as softly. She heard the scrape of
a fork in a bowl, and then a brush of motion in front of her.
"Then only a few on your plate, " the voice said, and she finally
realized that it was Jonathin to her left. He continued to fill her plate
as each item was passed to him, before passing the bowls on to her brother
on her right. When done he told her, "Your ham is at the top of the plate,
at 12 o'clock. Squash is at about 7 o'clock, and its the orange squishy
kind, not summer squash. A roll is next to your plate, to the left. And
about five green beans are at 5 o'clock. The ham's cut already, so you
shouldn't have any problem."
Chris turned a grateful smile to him. "Thanks."
"No problem," he returned. "My mom's blind, so I was brought up with
it."
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
Later, in her room and already tucked into bed by her mother, Chris
heard her doorknob turn and soft footsteps enter the room. "Who is it?"
she called quietly.
"Just me, " Adam answered. She felt him sit on the bed next to her.
"I just wanted a chance to say hi, and to say how sorry I felt. It looks
like mom and dad have been giving you a hard time."
Chris shrugged. "They just don't know how to deal with it."
Adam's voice was rough as he said, "I know, but they shouldn't *blame*
you for it. That's stupid." He laughed shortly. "I guess its a good thing
I asked Jonathin home for the holidays though, eh? Never would've expected
held end up being so needed here."
Chris smiled. "It's wonderful having both of you here. You treat me
like I'm human."
Adam touched the bandages about her head with gentle fingers. "How long
till this comes off?"
"Two weeks. Just in time for Christmas." Chris smiled bitterly.
Adam reached out to hold her, and she felt warm in her brother's
comforting embrace. Then he pushed her back and tucked her in, like he
used to do when they were younger. Dropping a kiss on her forehead he
whispered, "Sweet dreams, little sis."
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
Over the next week, Adam and Jonathin did everything they could to make
Chris feel as alive as possible. They took her out in the old sleigh,
hooked up to a borrowed pair of horses, and drove around the Connecticut
countryside wrapped in warm wool blankets. Chris snuggled between them,
enjoying the ride as they traded jokes.
Slowly she came to know Jonathin's voice, instantly recognizing his
step or her brother's when they came upon her. By guiding her about the
house, they helped her learn her way enough so she could walk down the
stairs by herself without fear of falling. Even her mother finally relaxed
and allowed her to take care of herself.
It was only two days until Christmas, and the guys had gone to buy a
tree, so Chris made her way into her father's den, where a fire was burning
in the fireplace. Her father had let the fire to burn while he went with
Adam and Jonathin to find a tree, and Chris welcomed the warmth as she
knelt in front of the hearth.
She heard footsteps behind her, and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Jonathin replied, dropping to sit next to her. "Kent and
your dad are bringing the tree in, and I was only getting in the way. So I
thought I'd take a look about for you."
Chris smiled. "You found me."
Jonathin was silent for a while. "You see the doctor tomorrow, don't
you?"
Chris nodded. "I might even be able to see by Christmas," she said
softly. Sighing, she added, "I might even get to see what you look like
before you go back to school with Adam."
She felt his hand over hers, lifting her hand until it lay against his
cheek. Instinctively, her hand moved from his cheek to touch his forehead,
moving over his brow, sliding down his nose - feeling the slight bend of a
broken nose as she did so, feathering across his wide lips, exploring the
curve of his chin. With her hands she explored his face, knowing that she
would recognize him again if she could only touch him. Her hand snaked
back until it tangled in his rough, slightly curly hair. "What color is
it?" she asked softly.
"Black," he said, his voice hoarse.
Her fingertips traveled slowly back to his eyebrows, dropping lightly
over his closed eyes. "And your eyes?"
"Brown... "
Her fingers again touched the bump in his nose. "What happened
here?"
"I broke it, skiing. My collarbone too, and one leg." She felt his
smile against her fingertips as they brushed his lips. "It was a pretty
bad accident."
Her fingertips tingled as his tongue snaked out to lick his dry lips,
touching her lightly by accident. Before she could draw away, she felt his
hand on her cheek, drawing her face closer to his as his lips moved to
hers.
His lips were slightly moist, and hard against hers. She responded to
the kiss, her lips parting, her body relaxing. Her hands clasped at the
back of his neck, and she felt his lips move from hers to trace the curve
of her chin and neck.
At the sound of footsteps in the hall, Jonathin drew back, and Chris
blushed. The footsteps came quickly into the room.
"Hiding in the warmth, eh Jonathin?" Adam's cheerful voice inquired.
"Figures. You always were one to get out of work."
Chris was still close enough to feel Jonathin's shrug. figure you two
had it well in hand." He stood, and clasped Chris's hand in his to draw her
to her feet as well. "Shall we go guide the decorators?" he asked
cheerfully, tucking her arm around his as he led her from the room.
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
As she sat in the waiting room, Chris thought about Jonathin. She was
amazed at how attracted she was to him, even though he was little more than
a stranger still. He had found her alone once more, sitting out in the
backyard last evening, and again he had kissed her.
Chris had loved the feel of his lips on hers, and his tongue caressing
her lips under his. His hands had held her close, and she had felt the
tautness of his body as he whispered soft words against her neck, his lips
moving with feathered touches to kiss the hollow at the base of her neck.
Her breath had grown short, and her hands had grasped his head, pulling him
back to her so she could feel his lips on her again.
But again, with the unerring instinct of a protective older brother,
Adam had come out into the backyard, carrying lemonade and dessert for each
of them, and Chris had unwillingly drawn back from Jonathin's arms. As he
had sat next to her, she could feel his tension, and his hands brushed hers
lightly when he helped her find her glass after misplacing it.
"Miss Kent?" an older woman's voice called.
"Here," Chris said softly, struggling to her feet. She turned in the
direction of the voice and felt someone standing in front of her. Capable
hands took her arm and led her into a room, pressing her down into a chair.
"Wait here until the doctor comes."
Chris's mind wandered again back to Jonathin. She hoped she would soon
be able to get rid of these stupid bandages and actually see the man.
After all the time they had spent together, she half feared she was falling
in love with him, and she didn't want to give in to her feelings until she
could see his face, and read his emotions. She didn't want him to toy with
her, but she was afraid because there was so much that could happen without
her seeing it now. Now, more than ever, she desperately wanted her vision
back.
The doctor's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she blushed fiercely.
She felt hands against the bandage, and then they were gone. Her eyes
fluttered open in surprise, to be greeted by only darkness.
"I had to turn the lights out," the doctor explained, his voice
soothing. "I'm going to fit a patch over your right eye, but your left
should be healed enough that you can start to spend some time without the
patch there. Chris felt him slide something around her head, then felt
the snug patch in place over her right eye. He fitted something like a
mask over both eyes.
"You can't go directly to bright light," the doctor cautioned. "A few
hours each day, and in dim light, until your eye adjusts. It's been
weakened severely."
Chris nodded, excited to have even some small amount of sight back.
She listened carefully as her doctor cautioned her not to wear herself out,
to avoid tears, and that if she needed to go anywhere with bright light to
be sure and wear dark glasses. Chris readily agreed to it all, anything for
her sight.
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
Chris sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her parents to bring up
Adam and Jonathin. They had already turned out the lights and drawn the
curtains, leaving only the dim light of the hallway to lend what little
light there was in the room. She toyed with the string on her mask,
anxious to remove it.
"Chris?" Adam called as he entered the room. She heard the click of
the light switch, then heard her parent's turn them off again.
There was a movement next to her, and a body sat on the bed. "So,
what's the big surprise?" Jonathin's voice rumbled.
Before they could guess, Chris had the mask off, and was blinking in
the dim light, trying to see with her left eye.
Her parents stood by the door, smiling widely. Adam had stopped while
walking toward her, and simply stood, staring. She turned to the man next
to her.
Jonathin looked surprised, but not as surprised as she as she stared at
him. His hair was curly and dark, and his eyes brown. But there the match
with what she had imagined ended. His face was not handsome - strongly
built, yes, but not handsome in the classic sense. He was dark skinned,
and his nose was severely crooked, more than Chris had thought when she had
explored his face with her hands. It lent his face and odd look, taking
away what appeal his face might have had with its unusualness. Across one
cheek he had a slight scar. His chest and arms were broad, as Chris well
knew. The rest of his body was rather pleasing too, but she found her eyes
drawn back to his unusual face, and was troubled to know that her
expression showed her surprise.
There was a hurt expression on Jonathin's face, and he stood slowly.
"Congratulations on having your sight back, Chris, " he said softly, gently
touching her shoulder. As he left the room he told Adam that he'd be out
back if anyone was looking. Chris watched as Jonathin left the room,
limping slightly - something she hadn't noticed when he had carried her.
Her mother's pleased chatter quickly distracted Chris from her
wondering about Jonathin, and the hours before she had to return to the
darkness passed quickly.
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Blind Faith
D-Singer
Deb Atwood
Section A
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