Chapter 198: Vision Therapy

On the way I, literally, ran into a blind girl.

Damn she is determined to get around on her own. How is the using crutches with a cane?

I reached down to help her up and got back, “I’ve got this. I’m not some helpless invalid because I’m blind.”

“That you are not. I’m helping up someone I knocked down. Well that, and if my mom found out I didn’t help them up, especially a girl, and cute one at that, I will be spending my summer fitting underwear and bathing suits on little girls and beached whales again. Did you know that there is a size twenty-eight X? How in the world can you manage to use a cane while fighting crutches? A cane is hard enough. I was lucky they gave me a light saber when I was learning how to get around.”

“Light saber? You mean like Darth Vader? You’re kidding, right,” she asked.

“I’m sure they told me the whole long medical name for it, but the kids and staff just called it a light saber. You see it is a high-tech cane. It can end to work like a regular cane but doesn’t require it. It makes an audible tapping sound with a light that shines on the ground so everyone, well those who can see anyway, can tell where you are going. When extended, the light also makes the cane glow, like a toy version of a light saber from the movies. A wireless ear bud gives you information about obstacles, like a tiny, ankle-biting, yappy dog, curb, trashcan, well you get the idea. Better yet it has built-in processing for translating writing into audible words. Helpful given the few places with Braille. It is cool, I told her as she managed get back on her crutches and go back to working her way down the hall with the cane in her right hand.

I watched her as she would tap, sweep, tap again, and then move a step forward with her crutches. She did this for a while before turning into a single patient room.

I stayed out in the hall.

Instead of walking right in I knocked and asked, “Would you like someone to talk that went through a very fast paced and rigorous blindness survival boot camp after doctors screwed my eyes up trying to fix them?”

“Catch,” she said as she tossed a book right at my head. “You can come in if you can prove to me you aren’t full of shit.”

Groan.

“Twilight? Really? Are you serious?” I asked. “Someone really went to the trouble of making a Braille copy? Don’t the blind get any respite from the world of boring vampire romance novel drivel?

She smiled as she said, “It’s not like you are likely to have ever read it, so it is a good test, is it not?”

It was all in Braille except the dust jacket. I took the liberty of taking a seat at the foot of her bed, even though she hadn’t said I could come in yet and started to read. I quickly got through two chapters, reading the Braille easily.

Girls really get into this sappy weird crap? This shit is terrible.

“Who said you could come in, but now that you’re here, please stop reading it before I puke. At least you aren’t bullshitting me about being able to read braille at least,” she said smiling brightly. “My mom is such a doofus. She doesn’t have a clue about what things I like and keeps bringing me that crap. Though I must say they are well-made and the perfect size to throw accurately. So far, I haven’t been able to destroy one, but I’m going to keep trying. If you want you can hang out here. It isn’t like I have anything else to do. Can’t play games because kids always cheat on me. TV is pointless when all I can do is hear it with no context. Dad told mom that there was no way in hell he was letting her bring me Braille display in here because of how much it cost. Giggle reads me texts and emails. It is pretty good at properly turning speech to text too, but not perfect. I don’t have that many people to email or text me anyway. I gotten so bored I will even have it read the spam.”

Get it out of the way already. Don’t stay here for a while and then ask. She has probably cried her eyes out many times over someone doing that already.

“You know I’ve got to ask,” I said.

“Yeah. Everyone does, but at least you were cool about and didn’t try to pretend to try to be friends first. Happened a few years ago after an auto accident. My legs, and hand, are the result of a moron having a fight with someone via text message. Asshole ran into me from behind and then when he pushed off me like I ran into him, I ended up on the street. Somehow, I managed to get on the sideway safely. That ass came back from the other way and ran into me again. No clue where he was just walking up and down the block, but I focused my hearing on his angry taps of his fingers on his phone, his voice, sound of his walk, and anything else I could do to be out of his way. I heard that dumbass coming right toward me again, but this time I had a trashcan and phone pole between us. There was a bus bench a foot behind me too, so he would have had to go out of his way bump into me again. Obviously, I did see what happened,” she said laughing at her own joke. “All I remember is the excruciating pain of my legs being crushed and not being able to figure out why. Once I woke up in the hospital my mom told me what happened and about the videos someone was taking of me after he ran into me the second time. That idiot walked right out into the road as he texted away. A car doing the speed limit headed right towards him and swerved to miss him. They swerved right into the telephone pole and trashcan where I was standing. The concrete bus bench stopped his car. Wouldn’t you know it, I was the bumper that took the damage instead of the bench. Un-fucking believable, right? It gets better. The driver that almost hit him was the person he was on the other end of the argument, texting away as angrily as the asshole. Fate decided they made a bit of a mistake and I shouldn’t have been involved at all, or something, because the driver had one of the defective airbags that shot pieces of metal into him. He died a very slow, agonizing death. My biology teach was spot on that human bodies are mostly water. My science teacher explained how water is a very poor insulator, which is why we get out of pools during thunderstorms. I don’t know if he knew that or not, either way he found out when two of the power lines from the snapped phone pole landed with one on each of his arms where he was still texting away. You can probably guess, but neither of them had a dime to their names.

“The car insurance company tried to get out of paying anything more than the ten-thousand dollars the sleezy used car dealer got the driver to buy. Social media is at least useful for something. To weasel out of a large judgement and having to pay me something every month for the rest of my life, they latched onto the phone company GPS records and texts to see if they could force the cell provider to pay instead. Didn’t go very well for them. The driver already had a suspended license after six other accidents due to texting while driving. Mom brought me the transcript from the court. She told me she was sure we weren’t getting anything more than the offer from the insurance company because the judge almost always sided with the insurance companies. With only them, my mom, court reporter, cop, and judge in the courtroom the judge didn’t even let the insurance company say a word. He told them about how much damage social media can cause a company, especially a large insurance company. Next, he reminded them about how cases like these can go on for years. A little girl, even though I haven’t been a little for a while now, denied fair compensation wouldn’t even get a school new paper interested or even be worthy of an email chain. Videos of a blind girl hit in a freak accident would go viral. He said it wouldn’t be immediate, but he guessed the news would soon get wind of it. Someone, somewhere would throw up a one of the fund-me pages. The national news services would ignore it until they got wind of the insurance company giving big kickbacks to used car salesmen to peddle insurance that didn’t have the state minimum coverages and deductibles higher than the value of the car,” she said getting a bit excited, though not sexually, to have someone to talk to. “As a show of goodwill, or more likely to get their asses out of the fire with the state insurance commissioner, they agreed to cover all medical costs from the accident and those even remotely related to accident I may have in the future. Going a step further they started me a college fund with a hundred-thousand dollar and fifty thousand in cash as an initial payment toward the half-of-a-million dollars paid to me annually over the next nine years. Mom was happy just to get the medical bills paid, so she didn’t push them to sweeten their offer. The judge told her later that the insurance company coming up with that settlement during the half-hour recess meant that was their bottom offer. We could have raked them over the coals or the judge could have ordered them to pay a huge judgment.”

As we talked, I found that that she was cool with being blind now but would never be cool with people treating her differently because of it. Her legs each broke in two places that took two months to heal. The majority of the fifty thousand went into a trust fund for her and managed by some company, so her parents still had to work their butts off to provide for their family. The car insurance company had them send her here when after her mom asked them to pay for outpatient therapy near their home. They wanted to show they were making this right to anyone who came sniffing around because of their crap policy deals with car dealers. Her family came to visit when they could, usually most weekends to far.

“I’m staying here with a friend that was in a really bad car accident. It was so bad she is having to relearn pretty much everything. Something seems locked away somewhere in her head because something will cause her to remember things. Her father owns one of the huge international optical companies here in town, so he can’t be here with her for her and I can,” I told her. “If you can stand some company, I can swing by time to time when I’m free. Another friend was in the car accident too. They have a long way to go and both girls sleep a lot. Most times they’re asleep shortly after dinner and sleep all night. Are you staying up later or are they wearing you out in PT causing you to crash early?”

She snorted before saying, “I don’t get much sleep. If I’m not asleep by midnight, which is pretty much every night, they come drug me so I will sleep. You seem cool so far and can read Braille, so you aren’t some faker. If you want to come hang with me, you can, but you will have to help me out with a few things.”

I bet. Always a catch, even when doing something nice for someone.

Much to her displeasure, I got her a wheelchair when she came back soaked in sweat from the effort it took her to use the crutches to use the bathroom. Her arms were still shaking when I helped get her clean PJs to change into since hers stunk now.

“You could’ve looked, I wouldn’t have minded,” she said before asking, “Are you gay?”

As I wheeled her to the cafeteria, she was one of the kids that go an exception for a wheel chair from time to time, I explained that I wasn’t gay as well as telling her about seeing naked girls and women when working at the outlet mall.

Leaning down beside her ear I whispered, “I knew better then to offer to help you, so the least I could do was to turn my back to give you some privacy. I’ll get to look when you want me to, or when you ask me to.”

I let that hang out there as we got in the cafeteria line.

She complained when I moved her to a regular chair and put her food out in front of her. They would bring her food to her room that she could just suck out of tube. She really bitched about me pushing her here in a wheel chair and leaving her without her crutches to ger back to her room on her own.

“Bullshit and quit bitching about everything already,” I told her softly as I gently laid my hand on her arm. “You forget. I’ve been there. I know quite well that your legs are healed enough for you to crawl down the hall as you use your cane to make sure the floor is clear.’

As soon as she opened her mouth to say something else, I pushed some of the best chocolate pudding I’ve ever had into her mouth. Anytime she opened her mouth I put in pudding, ice cream, soup, or anything else I knew she wasn’t getting in her room from the clinic’s food trays. Each time I did it I saw the pleasure on her face as she experienced the wonderful tastes in her mouth and then she would look angry again. That still didn’t keep her from opening her mouth to wait for me to put something else wonderful in it. For two hours I was getting her all sorts of things from the salad bar, ice cream coolers, yogurts, fresh fruits, and all sorts of hot foods as they changed from lunch to dinner.

“Since this is all your fault that I’m down her without my crutches, you get to take me to the bathroom,” she told me.

No problem. I can wipe your ass as well if you need.

When we got there, I asked, “So what do I need to do? I can get you over by the toilet where you can use the safety rails. I will spot you so you can get on there to do your thing. Just tell me what you want or need me to do to help.”

“Strip me from the waist down, make my shirt into a halter top and get me up on the throne. Then pull your dick out so I can play with it,” she told me boldly. “If you get to see me naked from the waist down then I get to see your dick with my fingers. Plus, I’m going to be here a while so you are going to have to deal and then help me make sure I got my butt cleaned. The cheap toilet paper is even worse than the stuff mom has to buy to save money.”

It didn’t take her very long to pee or take a shit. We would have finished in under ten minutes if she hadn’t been thoroughly enjoying playing with my dick. She finally decided she knew every inch, so she stopped playing with it, for now. Turns out she didn’t need any help getting her butt clean so I helped her dress. We went back to start eating again. Not a single complaint as I kept getting her food until she said she would barf is she ate anymore, even if she really wanted it.

When I helped her up on her bed she said, “Can you please be a nice guy and strip me from the waist up? Mom makes me wear these bras all day long because she is worried about someone getting to my tits but won’t bring me anymore panties because I was leaving big racing stripes. So, someone could get my pants off to fuck me easily, but they must be bra experts to get to my tits. Ever since you put that first bite of chocolate pudding in my mouth my nipples have been rock hard. Now they hurt. Playing with your huge dong made the really hurt.”

I surprised her when I stripped her completely because she got food on her PJ bottoms. While I was going through her drawers to find more PJs, she was over trying to get herself off. She had a pussy juice pond forming on the bed by the time I found a set of matching, cute blue PJs.

“May I,” I asked as she wasn’t getting off no matter how much she rubbed her pussy.

“Please,” she begged.

She may think I’m going to just fuck her, and she would be wrong, at least this time.

My hands went to her nipples, my mouth to her fish taco. I only pulled my face from her crotch after she came, hard. She was sound asleep. She never stirred once when I was cleaning her up with a washcloth. A nurse walked up as I was fighting the girl’s dead weight as I got her PJs on.

“Care to tell me what you were doing in her room,” A nurse asked sternly.

Got a few minutes?

I explained how I literally ran into the girl in the hallway and followed her back to her room to be sure she was ok. We had just had a very nice meal before coming back to her room. She fussed about her chastity bras her mom makes her wear before asking me to help her change since her other PJs as she had some spilled food on them.

“She reeked, badly, so I got a wash cloth to help her at least try to wash a bit,” I told the nurse. “I ended up doing it because she fell asleep on me. Her blue PJs are cute, but they are a pain to get on her when she is dead to the world. The top was easy, it has buttons. I don’t know what you do with clothes patients bring from home to wear, so I folder hers up and put them in a chair. If I didn’t wake her getting her dressed, I have no chance in hell of getting her wake up to tell me where to put her laundry.”

Without doing anything to keep me from seeing the girl naked, or anyone else who walked past the door and looked in, she pulled the girl’s bottoms to her feet and spread her legs. I had no problems seeing the girl’s pale pink hymen. The nurse left her like that too. I got her bottoms backup and tucked her in.

I didn’t see the nurse anywhere on the way back to Paula’s room.

I would so rip that bitch a new asshole for leaving the girl lying there with her legs spread and her lips pulled open for anyone to come see her treasures. She makes veiled accusations against me and then leaves the girl laying there where I could slide between her naked spread legs to do whatever I wanted with her.

As expected, Paula and Annie both were dead to the world. If not for light snoring, I wouldn’t even know they were alive without touching them.

Dang it! I need to stop making girls cum so hard they pass out. Now I’m bored.

Before going out to the store to pick up some flowers, and other things to brighten the girl’s rooms, I took the time to close my eyes to use the place in my head to check Paula’s brain. I powered up the small implant that linked with my phone to connect to the man in the machine. When I was in contact with him, I somehow magically knew how to link to the woman that had helped me work to put as much of Paula’s brain back together as we could.

“So how is she doing?”

“What I have seen here is that she is all over the place with vocabulary and some of her rhymes have gotten sexually explicit. According to her dad, she had no issue calling her mom a bitch anytime her mom was in a picture,” I told them.

The man in the machine helped me use the place in my head to map through her mind to check that nothing was gone from her brain since she left his hospital. The triplet’s sister also looked, via her unique way of tapping into the place in my head, to verify what the man in the machine had said. Many things still had the locks on them as they should.

The woman blocked out the man in the machine as she told me, “I can see that you told the therapists something you didn’t even know that you knew, and it wasn’t a lie. You being the focus of Paula’s sexually explicit songs, limerick, rhymes, and conversations is because she has always wanted to be more than friends long before she had a clue what that meant. We didn’t permit you to see any of her private fantasies she had about you that go all the way back to the day you first saw her. That night she asked if she could have someone sleep over, a boy from school. Her mom told he no one was going to sleep over, boy or girl, so Paula shouldn’t bother to ask again. When she had her bath that night, she was imagining you naked in there with her. In it you even had a penis, even if it was one from a book she saw once. Take years of her longing to be close, though not quite comprehending physical intimacy, combined with her knowing, on primal level, that you personally created her brain and gave her life. The memories of being pregnant and birthing nine babies she can never forget. We are very fortunate that she is extremely intelligent. Her brain will override the memory when she sees there are none of the signs of her having given birth. It is scientifically impossible to her that you could revert her body back to being better than it was before the accident. Her mind is quite analytical. She will remember you two having sex, but that is physically impossible given her regrown hymen and lack of any penetration into her vagina by a penis, much less any fingers. These will fade into more memories of fantasies, like the ones from the day you two first met. Unless she initiates it, which I suspect she may, given her exceptionally strong desire to be with you, you can go back to being friends without benefits.”