❝ It’s a problem, I get it. ❞
[ post car crash, 2 hrs pre-sedation ]
Well. That was one way of putting it. Pain in the ass would be another. But Kiseop would never say that out loud, especially not to his friend who had just been in a car accident that had left her with temporary blindness, no matter how much he wanted to.
“Uh, yes it’s a problem when you don’t let me do my job, Sera-ssi. I’m your attending physician and I beg of you, please listen to what I say.” He was practically on his knees begging her to stop being so stubborn and just… rest for a while. There was no way he could let her leave in her present condition but no matter how often he told her she was still hell bent on leaving. “I can’t let you leave. You’re a danger to both yourself and others in your current state. Please. Try to relax and go to sleep.”
It was nearly 24 hours after the accident had taken place, and long after visiting hours had concluded. The whole day was spent doing check-ups and tests, considering how hysteric she was when she was brought in earlier, (freaking out about having hit what the medical staff, and likely everyone else, thought was an imaginary person), and especially after the eventual realization that she had spent over an hour unable to see a thing, but didn’t realize it at all.
The fear that had washed over her the moment it all settled in was sufficient to, oddly enough, calm her down completely, or so it seemed. The entire day, she had smiled and gratefully thanked everyone that had visited her. She assured them she was fine; the blindness was temporary, or so the doctors said. She was helpful and listened to the medical staff just fine. She was fairly quiet the entire day, but was also unable to sleep. The entire day was a whirlwind of confusion, and mixed emotions, and suppressed fears, but the most that was evident was that she was clearly distracted, and fumbled too much with her blankets and sleeves.
She had finally managed to fall asleep, only to have all the fears that occupied her mind during the day manifest before her eyes. She woke up shaking, hyperventilating, and when she asked about the time, it was like a switch was turned back on in her head. She had to sort out what happened to the supposed victim of her possible manslaughter accident.
“And I’m sorry you think I’m not letting you do your job, but I’m telling you, I am fine. In fact, you could whisper 10 meters away from me, and I will likely hear what you’re saying, Kiseop. There is something else that I need to be doing, since no one else seems to be doing it. I am fine.”
Her eyes were bandaged so she would let them rest and didn’t try to open them. But there she was, out of bed, and searching with her hands for her shoes on the floor. She was being completely irrational, and that was totally unlike her to be, but it wasn’t like she was in the proper state of mind to acknowledge that.
