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Daredevil: Darkness

Post by Vox » Fri Nov 30, 2018 9:55 pm

He was not born blind, he remembered colors, he could still recall the face of his high school best friend, Bryan, he still could pull the image of his sister in her prom dress to the front of his mind. Yet, here he was lying on his back with only blackness replacing the place in his mind where vision should have been. He knew his eyes were open or closed because he was acutely aware of the position of his eyelids. Something he never thought he would have to actually pay attention to outside of having to sleep. He shook his head in annoyance feeling for the remote the nurse had told him was nearby. Feeling the plastic device, he hit the large button in its center and waited impatiently.

A few agonizing minutes later he heard someone enter the room, at least he assumed it was his room, freezing as fear overcame him the man spoke with a fear in his voice he was not used to. “Hello, is someone there? Are you in my room?”

“Yes Mr. McCoy, I am right here.” He felt a light touch on his arm as the woman answered him, yet his anxiety stuck around until she ran her hand up his arm in a comforting way and he took another breath. “What can I help you with?”

“Can you turn down the television in my room? My sister must have left it when she left to get us lunch.” Hesitating for a moment the woman turned back to him though he saw none of it.

“Mr. McCoy, your television isn’t on.”

“Are you sure? I hear it, it’s a rerun of Sunday’s Gotham Knights game.” His anxiety left him for confusion as the sounds he heard were clearly in the room.

“Mason, your television is off, I can check and see who has the game on though and see if they will turn it down.” The woman walked around his bed keeping a hand in contact with him by dragging it lightly around his bed as he heard another person enter his room.

“Mason, its Sara, are you doing okay?” He turned his head toward her and the sound of the game faded into the background for a moment while she spoke before coming back to the foreground after she finished her statement.

“Besides being blind? Yes, I’m doing great. I hear the Gotham Knights game on though and she is telling me my television is off.”

“It is off, what do you mean you hear a Gotham Knights game? The only game I saw on was the one in the lobby, ten floors down. There’s no way that you hear that.” Laughing lightly as she finished the sentence Mason’s sister pulled food out of the bag and the different smells overwhelmed his senses making his eyes water. He recognized the smells but they were stronger than he remembered them being and held his nose shut.

“Mason, are you okay?” The nurses voice filled with concern and she touched his arm again as she spoke to him.

“Yeah, the smell is just super strong.” Mason shook his head and then felt for the sandwich his sister placed on the tray in front of him.

“That can happen when you first have a tragic incident that affects the senses, sometimes the other senses ramp up in sensitivity to compensate and help for a short while.”

“Okay,” he said nodding as he attempted to grip his sandwich that he could not see. After a few tries he was able to grip the ham and Swiss sandwich and get it to his mouth.

“Hey sis,” he stated, “are you sure that game isn’t at least being played in one of the rooms next door?”

“Yes,’ she replied, ‘I only saw it in the lobby of the hospital.”

“Well, the Knights just scored and one of the guys watching it swore….I’m not sure what is going on but I can hear things like a damned dog at the moment.”

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Re: Daredevil: Darkness

Post by Vox » Sat Dec 01, 2018 9:56 pm

He was trying to sleep, he could feel the coarseness of the sheets and the grating it was causing on his skin was making it difficult to sleep. Pushing the covering off of him he rolled on to his side and tried to focus on the silence around him and instead heard the nurses talking in his room. Sitting him rapidly he startled his sister awake and she was at his side quickly. “Mason, what is it?”

“Can you two please keep it down? Do you not realize that we are trying to sleep?”

Looking about the room Sara tilted her head for a moment and replied to his question. “Mason, no one is in the room. No nurses are in the room. What are you talking about?”

“I hear them, they are talking about treatment for the patient in room 218. How can you say they aren’t in the room? I hear them, they are right next to the bed.” Sara stood and walked toward the doorway looking both directions and she saw two nurses, at the other end of the hall. Walking slowly down the hall she overheard their conversation enough to confirm they were talking about what Mason had mentioned and then returned to his room.

“Mason, those nurses are down the hallway. It must be the after effects of your senses being sensitive from the accident. Put your earbuds in and listen to some music and try to sleep.” Letting out a frustrated sign Mason put his earphones in and at first he could not hear the music and after feeling for the volume button gave it one click and it sounded as if the music was going to explode his ear drums. Pulling the earphones out he shook his head and felt Sara sit on the bed with him.

“Music is too loud, even at one. I don’t know what to do sis…they can’t give me anything to help with my sensitivity?”

Shaking her head more to herself than anyone else Sara touched Mason’s hand. “Not yet, they don’t want to confuse your mind. When everything gets back into balance they are going to try and give you some medicine to help you cope with the anxiety that comes from not seeing.”

“Sis,’ Mason said a bit of desperation in his voice, ‘my senses come and go in intensity as I focus on them unless I completely ignore them then they get out of control. I can hear your heart if I focus on it, I can smell my nurses perfume from the moment her elevator ride hits the second floor…I’m not sure this is my senses being out of control sis.”

Patting his leg Sara stood and made her way back to her bed. “Mason, nothing else makes sense. Concentrate on turning everything off if you think you can control it and see what happens. Just don’t turn off your ability to feel touch cause otherwise we’ll never wake you up.”

Laughing to herself Sara shook her head knowing full well he was simply overwhelmed. “Also, your nurses name is Cadie and she only started wearing that perfume two days ago, for you, because you said you couldn’t tell when she was in the room or not. That’s what she told you at least, I think she’s sweet on you.”

“So you say, sis. She could be wearing it for someone else.” Mason pulled his sheets back over his body wincing as he did so.

“Hey, I’m the one who gets to see her face when she looks at you, remember? Now get some sleep, tomorrow they’ve got some psychologist coming in who is apparently pretty high priced to help you get your bearings a bit better.”

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