Love at Blind Sight (Ep. 6)

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After about a minute, she gave her answer. “Ok. Is your place far?”

“No, it isn’t. It’s one of the BQs close to the clinic.” I answered. “Do you need to be carried?”

“No, I can walk just fine and you’re not checking me out.” She growled out. So there was some fire in her. It made me wonder why she let herself be turned into a punchbag. There had to be an interesting story there. There had to be a way to get her to tell me willingly.

“Alright, I won’t check you out.” Not that I could do much checking out seeing (pun intended) as my eyes couldn’t see jacksquat.

“Ok then. Let’s get going.” I just prayed Naomi was not drowning herself in another reading vigil. She was the only medical student I knew who had emergency medical supplies and she was quite reliable if she was not reading herself into a coma. I still had not told my damsel in distress that I was blind. That should be fun. I just prayed that doing this did not come around to take a chunk out of my posterior. The universe hates me like that.

“So, can you tell me more about yourself?” I asked after a few minutes of walking in uncomfortable silence and in that moment, it hit me: her scent!! No wonder it was familiar. Of all the rotten luck in the world, SHE had to be the one I would run into. The universe does hate me.

My damsel in distress was the one in Baba D’s apartment three days ago! This was really going to bite me on the posterior and I had a nagging feeling the odds were not going to be in my favour.

 

 

 

I apologise for not posting in due time. Life can be demanding and it takes one away from other things. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story this far. If I can get my creative juices flowing, there will be more. Thank you.

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