What Do You Mean By Coming Here?

The room was quiet again. The temperature dropped as the sun set. 

Waiting was so boring, especially in a temporary blind state like Lisa was right now. There was no entertainment other than to curl up, lay down her tired body, and listen to the silent voices from outside her room's door.

No matter how focused Lisa stared at an object in the room, the shadow of the object remained blurred. It had been a day since the accident but her vision had not returned to normal.

'Is this how it feels like being short-sighted?'

When the clock showed 3 pm, a nurse came to bring a tray into Lisa's room. The nurse placed the tray on the table near the bed while patting Lisa on the shoulder. "Good afternoon, it's time to eat, Miss Lisa."

In response, Lisa turned to the nurse's blurry shadow and smiled.

"If you need help to eat, I will help you," the nurse offered. Her voice sounded very soft and friendly.