Chapter 66: Murder of the 15th XI
11 AM, Present-day
Sam sat on the bed, leaning against the bed frame. She was wearing peach-colored silk pajamas, listening to the long-winded explanation of the doctor that afternoon. She couldn’t see the specialist face, but she could tell by the tone of his voice he was lost.
Having had enough, Sam sighed.
"I understand perfectly how the human anatomy functions, get to the point. Can you fix it or not?" She spat. Elle sent the specialist an apologetic smile, she knew the redhead wasn’t being rude on purpose, she was just impatient.
Dr. Llyod pursed his thin lips, he honestly had no idea, what’s gone wrong. Her eyes were responding perfectly. But as to why she can’t process the images must be due to the unknown drug injected in her.
"No, I’m sorry, Dr. Gray. Physically there’s nothing wrong with your eyes. Everything functions perfectly, your eyes dilate and react to light as it should. But as to why you can’t process the images you see is entirely different, it must be neurological. Even with a transplant, there’s no way...I’m sorry." The doctor explained.
"It’s not you who caused this, Dr. Llyod. Don’t apologize." Sam said, understanding her dilemma.
"I want to be left alone, thank you for your time," Sam added dismissively, the doctor adamantly left the room with Elle in tow. The two left the redhead alone as she asked.
Sam gritted her teeth and fisted her hands. And she cried, not the sobbing kind, no. She simply sat there on the bed, eyes wide open, hands shaking in both fury and fear, and tears kept flowing freely down her cheeks. She was afraid, she was truly afraid.
’Your eyes make you special, it’s these eyes that see everything. Without it, you are nothing." A voice echoed in her head, ’Some people are greater than their parts, others have parts greater than the whole. In your case, you are the latter’, the voice continued with its taunts.
Sam cupped her ears attempting to muffle the voice away, but she could still hear it perfectly.
’Without it, you are nothing.’