When I regained consciousness, I found myself in the hospital.
The strong smell of disinfectant made my head ache.
My best friend was sitting by the bedside, holding my hand, which was trembling non-stop.
I had a rough guess of what had happened in my mind.
I smiled, patted the back of her hand, and comforted her:
"Is my eyesight completely beyond saving now?"
"It's okay, I expected this. Besides, I've gotten used to it over all these years. It's no big deal."
"I have you and Finny, that's enough for me."
As I spoke, my best friend buried her face in the hospital bed and began to sob uncontrollably.
After a long while, she finally spoke again, her tone sad and tinged with a hint of fear:
"Aria... the doctor said there's still a chance for your eyes..."
"But... but..."
She suddenly broke down in tears, her throat feeling like it had a needle stuck in it, making it difficult to form complete sentences.
"Finny... Finny.. is dead."
"Killed... by... Fintan."