It was getting closer to September so I wasn't able to wear my shorts as much because I was always cold. When you're used to seeing darkness, the cold becomes your friend.
But within that cold, dark place, you can make friends. I watched Lauren fall asleep in front of me on Friday night. She had caught the flu but that didn't stop me from seeing my best friend. I kissed her forehead and closed her room door behind me as I left.
It had been almost two weeks since Riley had went to a meeting with me. I hadn't asked if he wanted to go back because I knew what it was like being pressured to go back.
We talked almost everyday and I could see him changing as a person, calm and less angry. If I could do one thing to help him, it would be to be his punching bag.
I heard yelling when I entered the hallway and I was drawn to it. Only because it was coming from Dr. Jen's office. "No!" I heard.
Riley.
I ran down the hallway and peaked in the door.
"Riley calm down." I heard his mother plea.
I knocked on her office door. "Not now." I heard Dr. Jen.
"Riley?" I asked, speaking.
"Rachel?" His voice was calmer now. Dr. Jen opened the door and had a look of confusion on her face as I walked in.
I took a seat next to Riley and touched his arm, "Are you okay?"
I could feel his heart rate slowing down and his mother had tears in her eyes. "No." He grumbled.
"What is it?" I asked. I looked at Dr. Jen and she had a sad look on her face.
"The damage to the optic nerve." He said. I moved and put my hand on his back.
I looked at Dr. Jen and mouthed 'transplant?'
She nodded. "You never let me finish Riley. I was going to suggest a transplant, just like a kidney transplant but for your eyes."
"It could work?" He asked.
"You're swelling has gone down a lot these past few months. It wouldn't be a quick surgery but it's the best option if you want to see again."
"Can you give Rachel and I a minute?" He asked. Dr. Jen and his mother slowly rose out of their seats and closed the door behind them.
"If I could Riley, I'd give you my sight in a heartbeat. I don't deserve mine."
"Don't say that Rach."
"If It were up to me, I'd give it to you."
He reached out and grabbed my hands. "Don't ever think you're not worthy of your eyesight."
"If I can get my sight back I will." He said after a moment of silence. "You inspired me to look for options, Rachel. You're pulling me out of my hole of despair and I can't thank you enough for saving me from myself."
I had a stray tear roll down my cheek.
"Can I hug you?" He asked.
"Of course." He pulled me into his arms and I tried not to cry. He said I helped him, he used the word saved.
I just wanted to be a friend, like one that I wished I had. I closed my eyes and let my senses work.
He smelled like cinnamon and it was warm and inviting. Through the reflection of the glass I could see Dr. Jen and his mom watching us.

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Sight {Complete}
General Fiction{Complete} Rachel's world was shaken when she lost her sight five years ago in a car accident that killed her father and younger brother. A few months before the fifth year anniversary of the crash, she got her sight back from surgery. She's headed...