Asymmetry – Part 6

Part 6 of a 9 part series. Please leave a review, as the narratives’ draws to its conclusion. If you are unfamiliar with the series, click here to read from the beginning.

“Please,” he said, “Take a seat.”

There was a creak as he stood from his chair. He strode forward. His steps were long, confident-

Muffled? Carpet.

There was a sound and I can only assume he pulled out a chair.

“Would you like a hand?” he said.

I stepped towards his voice. “I’ll be alright,” I cracked a smile, “eventually.”

The sound of his laughter helped guide me.

“That’s it,” he said. I reached out. Hands on the spindle of a chair. “That’s good,” the doctor strode away. back behind a desk, I presumed.

I eased myself gently into the seat.

“Well done,” the doctor said, “Now as you are aware. We’ve conducted some tests since you’ve reached consciousness.”

I nodded.

“While your body will eventually recover, your eyes will not.” He paused. “Do you recall earlier how I told you the risk of surgery is high?”

I nodded.

“I spoke that while you were under duress and for that I apologise. I shouldn’t have brokered it to you then. I’ll lay the facts bear to you.” There was the sound of his chair being pushed back. Footsteps that indicated to me he made his way around, “Your retina is damaged in both eyes,” he said, “During the incident objects broke from the bike and struck you. In your right eye, it penetrated the sclera, the membrane of the eye. Traumatised your retinae and severed the optical nerve.”

It sounded bad. I remembered mum crying, not saying a word.

“In the left, it scattered heated particles that burnt parts of the retinae. The particles we can deal with but it will only restore vision in one eye but not the other. Your depth perception will always be out and there will be damage that we won’t be able to restore,” He paused so I could come to terms with what he’d said.

I clutched the rests of the chair tightly. Grip tight, toes curled.

 He’d been rehearsing this speech for quite some time.

I thought about mum and dad. Mum crying, dad strong for us– for mum’s sake.

“Ultimately, there is little to gain and the risks are high,” the doctor said. “The choice is yours”.

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