Love Makes Blind

[Elia's Point of View]
[Four day's later]

“Are you okay, Elia?” Paul asked me and took my hand. We sat in the backseat of my mother’s car. Darin was driving and my mom sat in the passenger seat. We were on our way to Seattle and I was having the surgery today.
“Mhm.” I nodded my head.
“What’s bugging you monster?” he asked me once more.
The front doors opened and mom and Darin stepped out, we were on the ferry from Kingston to Edmonds, I think they wanted to give us some privacy.
“I’m scared.” I confessed.
“The surgery is going to go fine.” Paul pulled me closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me.
“I know. But I’m scared I won’t like the world.” I buried my face in his shirt. “What if I start missing the black?”
Paul chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair. “Then I’ll make you like it and show you how beautiful it is.”
“But what if you don’t like me when I’m not blind?” I mumbled.
He laughed loud and took my head between his hands. “I will love you no matter what Elia Agostino, no matter if you can see or not.” He kissed my lips softly.

“Did I ever tell you Paul, that my name is really Elinora?” I blushed.
“No, you didn’t. Why haven’t you?” he asked and put his nose against mine.
I shrugged. “It never really came to my mind. I am named after my Grandmother, and everybody got confused before so they started calling me Elia, and it stuck.”
“Elia suits you.” He said.

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“Are you nervous, bambina?” mom asked me for the hundredth time and put a hand on my shoulder. We were waiting for the doctor to come and talk to us. I lay in a hospital bed wearing a hospital gown. My mother stood beside me, Paul sat on the edge of the bed and held my hand while Darin was outside talking to Leah on the phone.
“Just a little bit.” I lied and smiled. I have never been more nervous in my life, except when I first met Paul.
“That’s normal sweetie.” She kissed my forehead.
The door opened and I recognized Darin’s smell.
“How’s it going?” he asked and sat down at the end of my bed.
I just put on a forced smile.

The door opened again and several people walked in.
“Good day, you must be Elinora Agostino. I’m Dr. Johanson.” A woman shook my hand.
I suppressed a giggle and was glad I had told Paul about my name. “It’s Elia.” I smiled. “Hi.” My hand started to shake a little, so Paul squeezed it reassuringly.
“Okay, so are you ready Elia?” Dr. Johanson asked me.
“I think so.” I answered.
“And you know everything about the surgery?” She wanted to know.
“She have been talking to a psychologist at the local hospital, so she know about the amnesia.” My mother answered for me.
“You will not necessarily loose you memory, but it’s possible.” The doctor said seriously. “But if it happens it’s most likely the two too four last year of your life, but it is just temporarily.”
I nodded. I didn’t like the fact that I could forget Paul, but we had talked about it.

“The surgery will be performed as soon as possible. We won’t know if it’s successful before you’ve woken up and you will probably sleep for hours, but when you wake up and open your eyes you shall see everything clearly.” She informed me. I had already heard it.
A smile crept onto my lips and I nodded.

“Dr. Freda will give you some drugs and we’ll wheel you till the operation room.” Dr. Johanson left.
Someone took my hand from Paul. “You will just feel a little stab.” It was probably Dr. Freda. I was startled as he pushed the needle into my hand.
I leaned back in the pillows as I started feeling dizzy.
“Sorry.” The doctor said.

Something bugged my mind, something I had to say. I searched for Paul’s hand and he took it. “I want to see you first.” I said in a slurred voice.
“Of course baby. I love you.” he answered and kissed my lips. I was too slow to return it.
"Love you too." I slurred and closed my eyes.

The bed under me started moving and I lost Paul’s hand. I tried to sit up but my body was so… heavy.
Someone held my hand, but I it wasn’t Paul. A mask was placed over my nose and mouth.
“Okay Elia, you will fall asleep soon.” It was one of the doctors. She was silent for awhile, probably waiting for me to go under. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?” she wondered.
I knew they used to ask these questions. “Mmm…” I tried to remember.

“Wolfie…” I mumbled.