Fear grips me as I open my eyes and see only darkness. No, no no! I am not blind again, damn it! No! I whimper in frustration and pain, trying to blink away the darkness when the light comes on and I look directly into the eyes of one of my fellow trainees, Patrick. He stares at me, a crazed look on his face as he panics, pacing the floor. Relief floods me, my eyes raking through the room, taking in every detail now that I know my eyes are in working order. The room matches my dorm room. Same layout, gray linoleum floors with the basic beds and curtains. He has me sitting in the center of the room in a chair similar to the one in my dorm, hands tied behind my back. “What in the actual fuck?” I spit out more annoyed than anything. I may be tied up, but it’s Patrick, probably the least threatening person here other than me. Seeing him makes me relax, my mind wandering to less intense issues at hand. For example, the shirt I’m wearing is the only comfortable, not matchy thing I could
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