Blindsided 6

“I take it this is just during waking hours?”

“Yes, waking hours only.”

“I don’t believe in patches…so we’ll leave your eyes uncovered.”

“Here’s my card.  You have a standing appointment tomorrow.  I’ll let my staff know in advance to expect you.”  They left the hospital before Cassandra realized she’d forgotten to ask about pain killers.  Hopefully, Tylenol would do the trick.

“Are you hungry, do you want to get something to eat?”  Maggy asked, “’Cause frankly, I’m starving!”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“First, let’s find a place for the night.  We can either order from room service, or I can run out and get us something to eat, whichever you prefer.”

They checked into the Best Western on Cliff Avenue.  After receiving their plastic keys followed the directions to their room which was decorated in soothing browns creams and rich mahogany woods.

Maggy decided to do some scouting.  Cassandra relaxed on the bed trying to think of something anything other than her eyes.  Still her mind wandered back to how this could have happened, and what in fact, this, was.

When she returned, Maggy informed her, “The restaurant isn’t open until after 6:00 so I’ve taken the liberty of ordering from the pub.”

Plopping down on the chair in front of the desk, Maggy asked, “Are you interested in a drink?”

“The room isn’t too bad, hey?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Cassandra agreed.

“Not much of a view, though,” Maggy sniffed.

“What?  No eligible bachelors in sight?”  Cassandra smirked.

“Droll, very droll.”

“Well, at this point, I’m ok with that,” Cassandra joked.

Within fifteen minutes their order arrived which Maggy placed on the desk.  “Here, come, sit, eat.  I’m going to turn on the TV and eat on the bed, if you don’t mind.”

“Thanks.”

“Wow, delicious.”  On any other occasion she might have agreed, but food wasn’t high on her priority list at the moment.

She covered her eyes in turn, first the right then the left.  There was a marked difference in the vision in both eyes.  With her right eye, everything was dark, while with the left, all she could see were dark and light images surrounded by a halo, as if she were looking through layers and layers of crumpled cellophane.  Consequently Cassy felt both vulnerable and scared. Since she’d always been a positive person, she was confident the doctor would assess and correct the damage to her eyes.  Still she couldn’t quite dismiss the feelings of dread and trepidation that lurked on the edges of her mind.

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