hc + blind!david's first thoughts seeing bray for the first time
 before i start iâm gonna say that you asked for this
davidâs sitting on the exam bed, legs crossed and holding brayâs hands. â itâs been two full weeks, and now is the reveal to see if the surgery was successful or not. by results of the surgery, it most likely would be. most likely is what scared david the most. he so badly wanted to be able to see what the world looked like again. what his dad looked like older, what he looked like, no longer nine and taller than everyone. and he wanted to see bray â the person who had done everything for him for years. brayâs looks didnât necessarily make a different to david. brayâs personality was beautiful, so bray was the most spectacular person the david, looks included. but of course, david knew bray was attractive, because his personality was attractive. they way bray touched him was attractive, so david knew. and of course â the questions came.
âwhat do you want to see first, david?â
âbray.â david spoke, knowing he was facing bray already. he had already told bray this. âi want to see you. first. and then my dad.â david could remember what his dad looked like, but he had only seen bray as a young child. he needed a new image in his head. what his bray looked like. tall, muscular bray. he wanted to know what every inch of bray looked like, so he could put an image to all the feeling he already memorized.
the doctor removed his bandages, david keeping his eyes closed while he was cleaned up a little. open your eyes. and david listened. blink a few times. and david listened.Â
everything was black. blink a few more times. and then, david saw something different. light. shape. he saw something.
keeping his focus on what he realized to be his boyfriend in front of him, david kept blinking until his vision got clearer and clearer. it took a lot of time, and then david was staring up at a clear vision of bray â finally, david could see him. finally. âholy shit.â he spoke, soft but clear, still staring right at bray. âi can see! i can see you!â it was amazing. everything was so bright and clear and visible. and not to mention, his boyfriend was incredibly hot. âyouâre so hot.â david slipped as soon as the thought it, followed by a quick giggle. âwhoops.â and then, like clockwork, the tears came, his small hands quickly reaching to touch brayâs face. âi can see. i can see.â it was on repeat. i can see! because he could see.Â
david then turned to his dad. older, more gray, but the same face he remembered. it wasnât long until his eyes were focused on bray again. all he wanted to do was look. look at brayâs eyes, that were so beautiful, and had so much compassion and care built into them. look at brays hair, and his smile, and his body. everything about bray was perfect, just like david already knew it was. it really was amazing, david thought. being able to see.Â
the whole ride home, david wore sunglasses, but kept his focus on bray. memorizing every mole, hair, and curve that he could see on bray all while whispering i can see, just to remind himself that this was real.
david could see, and not an ounce of him could be happier.Â
