Blinded

I walk into the kitchen area. My hands are surprisingly numb after the pain I just endured. They feel clean, though.

“Ray, get off of me!” I frown as I continue to guide my way down the hall. I pass the last bunk, before I hear Frank yell again.
“Ray, for fucks,” his voice trails off. Is Ray sitting on him or something? I wish I could see that. I bet it looks fucking hilarious.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck’s going on!” Ray sounds mad, but he usually does when he’s worried. He sounded like that a lot when I was sobering up.
Is Frank okay?

“I already fucking told you!” Frank’s curse comes out a bit struggled – as if he’s trying to fight Ray off of him. I guess he’s really sitting on him.

“Well, I don’t believe you!” I walk passed the drawn curtain to the bunk area. A sudden awkward silence rungs through the room and I feel a few eyes on me.

“Is Ray sitting on Frank?” I ask in attempt to lighten the mood in the room. The silence continues, though.

“No,” Frank exclaims a little struggled. I hear a short sound of clothes being ripped, before heavy footstep – or stomps – comes towards me.
Someone suddenly bumps against my shoulder – hard. I lose my balance and reach out to grab onto something. My fingertips manage to wrap around the edge of a bunk, which is not a good thing.

“Ah!” I scream out. As soon as I’ve regained my balance, I pull my hand to my chest. It feels as if my fingertips have been torn apart, and I can tell the pressure that I put on my hand did absolute no good for my wound.
I press my throbbing hand to my chest, and soon I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Gee. What happened?” Mikey asks worriedly. I bend forward slightly.
I don’t answer. I just whine and moan in pain as I press my hand into my chest.
“Ray. Run and get the doc, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ray quickly says, before I can hear his footsteps quickly leave.
My hand keeps throbbing – sending waves of pain up my arm. I groan. Then whine.

“Come on,” Mikey says as he grabs a hold of my shoulders and pushes me gently. I comply and let him lead me.
“Just sit down, ‘kay?” Mikey turns me around and gently pushes me down. I sit.
“Can I see your hand?” I’m still pressing my aching hand to my chest. Slowly I straighten up, before I reach my hand out for Mikey to see.
He winces.
“Okay.” His voice is slightly muffled. I think he’s turned his head away.
Right now I’m glad that I’m blind.