Runaway Bride

I wake up with heavy eyes. Gloom surrounds me, and darkness apparently takes control of my vision. I stir, uncomfortable, imprisoned, and immobile in the bed where I am. Attempting to sit up, my body screams at me to stop, aching and pitiful. I grunt with annoyance at being unable to sit up as I always have.

“Easy, brother, take it easy. It’s going to be all right. You’ve been asleep for a long time, it’s only fair you feel a little dizzy.” It’s Dawson who positions himself next to me.

“What happened?” I question.

My brother helps me sit up in bed with my back half straightened. He shakes out the pillow and places it behind me in a smooth, gentle motion.

“You had the surgery, but the important thing is that you’re okay. That’s what matters to me.” I hear the creak of the chair as he sits down.

My eyes are heavy, and my head is throbbing.

“Twin intuition, perhaps? Or maybe you’re worried about nonsense and simpletons?”

“Good morning,” they interrupt just as I go to answer Dawson. “I see you’re awake already.” David reaches over to open my eyelids and shine a flashlight on them.

I’m still dozing. However, something detonates in my brain. Confused, I analyze the situation. I don’t see the light. The glow of the flashlight doesn’t bother me, burn, or cause me to want to look away.

When Dawson rearranged the pillow, I heard it, felt it, as I was close enough to do so. I recognized their voices, both Dawson’s and David’s... but I didn’t see them. At no time did I see them.

“But what...?” I slap David’s hand and hear the flashlight fall to the tile in the room with a clatter.

I touch my face, startled.

thought it was just a bandage over my eyes, one

before and after the surgery. He informed me that, for safety reasons, a bandage would be placed on my head, which would go from the nape of my neck

head feels heavy and uncomfortable, as if it were a ton of cement dropped on it by a construction truck. I begin to feel dizzy and off-center. I blink, annoyed

a basic room. Nothing will be unnecessary. If you feel nauseous, please tell me if your head bothers you or is heavy, also.

that what you want? Haven’t you noticed that I couldn’t see shit? Fuck, I

see me?” he inquires between

Is that normal?” asks

and I don’t need my eyes to make his presence almost palpable. Our connection has always been like that: so real, honest, natural, and straightforward. I guess that’s why the betrayal with Arianna affected me so much.

my eyelids again and searches for something I can’t decipher.

that I see nothing, nothing more than a flow of flashes, of light—shadows in movement. Everything else is

mask on his face, covering his nose and mouth, looked at me and told me that they were going to proceed to place a transparent plastic mask on me in order to sedate my body before the intervention on my

clumsily, but I failed. She fell from the second floor, and the back of her head landed on one of the rocks that adorned the garden I had sent her to plant. I followed her trajectory, but as I was aware of the fall, perhaps because my intention was not

anything, David, just shadows. What does this mean? Am I going to stay like this?”

ago was

his bright gaze. He would look at me lovingly when I approached him

the first twenty-four hours. After that, we’ll see how you evolve...”

the process? Of recovery? Or have I lost my sight for good? You better be honest with me. Don’t be redundant. I don’t need your

to calm down.” My brother stands next to me

How am I supposed to watch him grow up? How am I supposed to hold him before he falls

told you about before scheduling an appointment for surgery. I warned you that something like this could happen. The good thing