Blinded

It’s in the middle of the night, and I can’t sleep. I guess when it’s dark all day, it’s hard to go to sleep when it finally gets dark around you. Mainly because you can’t see it.
I am tired, though. I just can’t sleep. And I have to pee, but I’ve been dragging it out for a while. I know I won’t be able to fall asleep before I’ve relieved myself. But I can’t do it on my own, so I need to wake someone up and embarrassingly state that ‘I have to go potty’. Nice. Real nice.
I’ve been pondering about who to wake. I already know the answer. Frank.
Mikey’s already shown discomfort with that situation.
Bob would probably be a little weirded out too.
Ray would probably do it, but then avoid me for a couple of days.
Frank would do it. He didn’t mind. He even cracked jokes, which made everything a hell of a lot better. It made me feel like an equal, and not a fucking handicapped baby!
Okay, I really gotta pee now. Me go pee-pee.
I slowly and carefully crawl out of my bunk – slowly feeling for the floor. I find it – weird thing how something as simple as the floor can be so hard to find when you can’t fucking see it – and I stand. Then I feel my bladder again. Okay, it’s full. Yup! Gotta fucking pee!
Okay. I think – emphasis on think – that Frank’s bunk is across from mine. Okay. Here goes nothing.
I hold onto the edge of my own bunk – not wanting to lose orientation completely – and reach my other one across the hall.
My fingers that’s sticking out from the bandages brush against something, and I grab onto it. I pull the curtain away. I then lead myself across the hall and reached into the bunk.
I find a shoulder.

“Frank?” I whisper, and shake the shoulder gently.
“Frank?”

“Gee,” Frank moans in his sleep.

“Fra-“

“Mm!” The shoulder under my hand disappears. I think he’s sitting up now.
“Gee?” I hear ruffling with sheets.

“I have to pee,” I whisper as low as possible. I feel my cheeks heat up. I lower my head slightly.

“Okay,” Frank whispers back. There’s more ruffling. I feel a slight push against my shoulder.
“Just let me get out of the bunk first, yeah?” Oh, right! Duh! Of course. I take a step back.
“It makes things a bit easier.” I laugh under my breath – a wide smile on my face.
I hear Frank’s feet land on the floor.
“Okay,” he says before he grabs my arm.
“Follow me.” He starts walking, and I do as told. What else can I do? Piss my pants; that’s what!
“Okay. Here.” Frank releases my arm and pushes at my shoulders instead. I can hear the sound of my footsteps change. They become louder and they start resonating slightly. I’m in the bathroom.
Frank pushes at my shoulders so I turn to my right, and then I can hear him step into the small space with me. He closes the door.
“Pants,” he simply says, and I’m about to reach down and undo my belt and jeans, when I realize I’m not wearing any.
I laugh lightly. Frank’s fucking tired. I would feel bad, if it weren’t so cute.

“I’m wearing sweats, Frank.” I giggle. Wait. Did I call Frank ‘cute’?

“Oh.” His voice sounds tired. How c-
Oh fuck. I’m not- I can’t- I-
Am I?
Suddenly Frank’s hand is on my lower stomach, and it slides into my pants. I hear him yawn.
He grabs a hold of my cock and pulls it out of my pants.
“Go.” And I do. Oh thank you dear lord!!
I sigh. My eyes slide shut, but I can’t really tell if they’re shut all the way. It’s actually really scary, you know. Not knowing whether your eyes are closed or not. Whether your sight will return or not. Whether you’ll ever see anything ever again. Or if your world will always be black.
“Done?” I realize I’ve stopped peeing.

“Sorry, not yet,” I say and begin again. I can’t believe how kind Frank’s being. How cool he’s about it. He gladly holds my dick while I pee.
Wait. Is he okay with it? Did he cry earlier because of me?

“Done now?” He sounds slightly more awake, but still grouchy and sleepy.

“Yeah,” I whisper. Is he really okay? I don’t want him to not be okay. He has to be okay.
Before I know it, my dick’s back in my pants. Did he shake it?

“Hands.” I frown a bit. What?
“Wash.”

“Oh!” I move away. What’s up with him only communicating with one-syllable words? Almost. Well, a max of three-syllable sentences! Is he angry with me?
I hear the water run, and I can actually hear the scrubbing of hands. My hearing’s really gotten a lot better. Hopefully it’s not permanent.

“Can you get back to your bunk yourself? I have to pee too,” Frank says. His voice sounds annoyed, but that might as well be the grouchiness as it could be anger.

“Sure,” I say in a low voice. I turn around and lead my way back to my bunk. I run my fingers over the curtains, and when I find a bunk where the curtain isn’t drawn, I think I’ve found my bunk. I reach in and search. At least there’s no one in it. I get in.
I lie down and close my eyes. It doesn’t make much of a difference, but it’s comforting nonetheless. Like it’s now actually supposed to be dark.
I can hear my own breath evening out. I’m falling asleep, aren’t I?