Page 5 of Rescuer

We all started talking about our days, taking turns and commenting on things we did. Mom listened attentively just like she always did, nodding and commenting on all the right parts.

But as good as our days had gone thus far, it was about to take a turn for the worst.

And I would suffer the brunt of it all.

“Mom, watch out!” Charlie screamed. We all whipped our heads to the right where Charlie was pointing. An oncoming truck was speeding in our direction, and it hit my side of the car head-on.My head slammed against the glass hard enough to make it crack.

The last thing I heard were terrified screams before everything went dark.

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“Wake up, Noah,”I heard a soft voice whisper.

“Halt?” I questioned, trying to open my eyes.My head hurt. Why did my head hurt?

“Right here,” he said, taking my hand.

I thought I had opened my eyes. I tried opening them again. Fear lodged in my throat when I still couldn’t see. “Why can’t I see you?” I cried.

Why couldn’t I see anything?!

“Your eyes are open,” Halt soothed. “Stop playing, silly.”

“Mommy!” I screamed, getting scared. Feet shuffled forward. I sobbed, reaching for where I heard the sound come from. My entire body trembled as she grabbed me in her arms. “Mommy, I can’t see!”

“It’s going to be okay,” she soothed. “I’m here, baby.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Halt whispered.He sounded scared, but I didn’t know why. I was the one that couldn’t see!

“I can’t see!” I cried. I rubbed my eyes, but nothing was working. I still couldn’t see.

“Noalie, darling?” I heard my dad whisper.

“Daddy, why can’t I see you?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Your eyes are just taking a rest,” he said, dropping a kiss to my forehead.

“I want to see you!” I wailed before I felt a prick in my arm, and everything went black once again.

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Halt’s POV

“Halt, I need to talk to you,” Noah’s mother said as she took my hand in her bigger one and led me outside of the room. I tried looking behind me to see Noalie again, but the door shut before I could. I pouted.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked again, getting worried about my Noah.

“She’s blind,” her mother whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. I shook my head and pulled out of her grasp.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what being blind meant, and I was not happy about Noah not being able to see anymore.

“She’ll never see me again,” I whispered, my voice broken. I swiped my cheeks as tears slid from my eyes. “Is she still going to be my friend?” I asked her, my voice wobbling.

Noah’s mom wrapped me up in a tight hug. I sniffled. “Yes, sweetheart. She will still be your friend. All she needs is just a little extra love.”

I would be okay as long as Noah kept being my friend.

I walked back into the room where there were two beds. Noah was asleep in one after the doctor gave her a shot, and Charlie was still asleep in the other.

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