Chapter Two

"What are you doing?" Dave asked, trying not to laugh at the girl who was walking in front of him.

Carol turned around to face him, so she was now walking backwards in the empty hospital hallway. "Make sure that nobody is behind me," she said, smiling.

There was one more day until it was Dave's surgery and Carol was visiting him again. She was trying to keep Dave's mind off of it. They were walking back to Dave's room from the candy vending machines. They rather have candy than the disgusting hospital food.

"Carol," Dave said suddenly, "look-"

Dave was never able to finish what he was about to say. Carol bumped into somebody and both fell onto the floor.

"Shit," she heard the other person on the floor say. She instantly recognized whom the voice belonged to. It was the grumpy blind guy.

"I'm so so so sorry," Carol quickly apologized to him.

The man on the floor froze and quickly turned his head towards where her voice was coming from. "You," he angrily snapped.

"Carol," said Dave, "are you alright?"

"Yeah," she said to Dave and looked at the blind guy. "I'm so sorry," she apologized again.

She then heard laughter and looked to her right. She saw the person she met last night, John, standing in a doorway. "So you are the one Dillan has been talking about," he said.

"You two met?" the blind guy named Dillan asked.

"Yeah," John said, "we met last night."

"Carol," said Dave, looking very unsure of himself.

"I'm okay," she reassured him. Dave moved to try to help her up. "That's okay. Your crutches…"

Dave stopped, not liking being unable to help her. She got up herself and went to help Dillan up, but John beat her to it. Dillan pushed John away and got up by himself.

"Dillan," John said cheerfully. "This is Carol. Carol, this is Dillan."

"Hi," Carol said weakly.

Dillan snorted. If the bandages weren't over his eyes, she would have been able to see the death glare he was giving her.

"Sorry," she said again.

"Whatever," he mumbled, before making his way to the room that John came out of and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Don't worry about it," John said. "Don't pity him. He doesn't like it."

"I can tell," Carol replied.

"Umm…Carol?" Dave said hesitantly.

Carol looked at him. "Oh." She had forgotten that he was there. "Oh! Dave, this is John. John, this is my friend Dave." They both awkwardly shook hands because of Dave's crutches.

"I should probably go see if Dill's okay," John said. "I'm probably going to hear him bitch about you again." He grinned at Carol and then went to join Dillan, closing the door behind him.

An awkward silence came over Dave and Carol. After a couple of minutes Dave finally broke it. "Um…let's go back to the room," he said, resisting his urge to ask Carol about whom that John guy was.

She nodded in approval and both silently made their way back into the room. Dave was settled in his bed before Carol started talking. "God, I feel so horrible."

Dave turned on the TV. "And why's that."

Carol looked at him as if he were stupid. "I ran into him."

"And your point is," he said coldly.

"What's your problem?" she asked, matching his attitude.

"Nothing." He turned away from her and looked at the TV.

"Whatever," she said and got up from the chair she was sitting in. "Maybe….I should go."

Dave shrugged. "If you want to."

She nodded and gave him a hug. "See you tomorrow. I'll come early before your surgery. Okay?"

"Yeah," he said, "bye."

"Bye." She quickly walked out of the room. She couldn't stand being in there any longer. Dave was making her feel uncomfortable with his attitude.

She stopped walking when she saw Room 28 to the left of the hallway. Should I go in and apologize again, she thought. I still feel horrible about what happened. After just staring at the door for awhile, debating on what to do, doctors and nurses who walked by just looked at her like she was crazy. She finally decided to go and apologize to him again. Quietly, she knocked on the door.

She heard muffled voices through the door, before it was opened by John. "Hey," he said quietly and then loudly said, "Oh, look Dill. It's your favorite friend." Carol didn't like how he emphasized favorite.

"Shut up," snapped Dillan.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" Carol asked.

"No," John said, while Dillan said at the same time, "Yes."

John gently tugged Carol into the room. "I…I came to apologize…again…"

"It's really no problem Carol," John said before Dillan could say a word. "Honestly. He's said both bad and-."

"Shut up," interrupted Dillan.

John looked at his friend. "Dill, just chill." He looked back to Carol. "Even if the stubborn bastard doesn't say it, he forgives you."

"Oh…okay," Carol said, still felt unsure.

"Well, I've got to go to the bathroom," said John. "I'll be seeing you two in a few." He left the room, not even bothering to go into the bathroom that was in the room.

"Yeah right," Dillan snorted.

The room filled with an awkward silence. Dillan started blindingly (no pun intended) at the wall. Did he know that the wall was there? Carol thought. Who the hell knows? The silence seemed to thicken. She glanced around nervously.

"I know you are still in here," said Dillan, "you can leave."

"Yep, still here," Carol said.

Dillan's head turned away from the wall and towards the sound of her voice. "Unfortunately."

Carol glared at him, trying not to get mad at him for like the millionth time. But, it was unsuccessful. No matter how nice she was to him, he would purposely be a pain in the ass. Well, two can play that game. Just staying here and talking to him would annoy him.

She moved to an empty seat and sat down, far away from Dillan. "So, how are you?"

Dillan frowned, not sure were this conversation was going.

"That's good," said Carol as if he answered her. "I'm sorry."

Dillan's frown deepened and he shook his head. "Seriously," he said, "it doesn't matter. I was only taking my anger at everything that has been happening at you. I should be the one apologizing."

Carol's eyes widened. She didn't expect him, of all people, to say that he was wrong. He just didn't seem like the kind of person to give in easily. However, he didn't exactly apologize.

"Okay," said Carol, even though he technically didn't apologize to her. She wanted it to be over, even if it were she who started it all. "So," Carol said, wanting to change the subject. She looked around the room and noticed a guitar case lying against the wall. "Who plays the guitar?"

Dillan's head turned towards the location of the guitar. "I do."

"So that was you last night?"

Dillan cocked his head to the side. "How do you know that?"

"Yesterday night, I was walking by and heard it."

"Eavesdropping is more like it," Dillan said.

"I was not eavesdropping," said Carol, her anger easily coming back. "I was only walking by. Some people do use the elevators, and in order to get to them, one must walk by your door."

"Rrriiiiggghhttt," he said, knowing that he was getting on her nerves.

"It's true."

"Whatever you say."

Carol groaned in frustration. There was no way she would win with him, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud. "Can you sing?" she asked, trying to get back to the topic.


Before Carol could reply, John walked back into the room. "I'm back," he unnecessarily announced.

"Thank god," Carol heard Dillan mumble to himself.

Right back at you, she thought. Right back at you.

"Wow," John said, "I'm surprised that you're both alive. He shook his head and laugh. "No injuries or anything?"

Nope, but a certain some one was cruising for a bruising. "Still alive," Carol said out loud.

"Yeah," said Dillan regrettably.

"Are you and Dillan in some kind of a band?" asked Carol.

"Yeah," said John. "We started when we were in high school."

"That's cool. Are you any good?"

John laughed. "The people at the bar we play at like us…or maybe it's just because they're drunk. I think we are good, not great, but good."

"Is it only the two of you?"

"No, there are four of us. Hey, why don't you come down to see us one day and decide for yourself if we're good or not," John suggested.

"I would love to," she said, knowing that he answer would piss Dillan off. He glared at her.

Even though she was enjoying annoying Dillan, she knew she had to go before he really blows a caustic. "I should go now. I have to come back early tomorrow for Dave's surgery. See you." She waved to them and quickly left.

John turned to his friend with a huge grin on his face. "That went well."

Dillan glared at him.

"Be careful Dill," John said seriously, "your face may stay like that."

"Shut up."

"She's a feisty girl."

Dillan gave a same smile, he couldn't help it. "She has red hair."

"A fiery temper to match her hair."

Dillan laughed at his friend. John smiled at him. It was the first time in days that he'd seen Dillan smile and not at all cold since the incident. He thought the Carol could be the remedy to Dillan's problem. She would help him get along with his blindness. She would help him move on.

"Why do you two fight all the time?" John asked, already knowing the answer. Well, what he thought was the right answer. Whenever Dillan like any girls, he would argue with them. It was his way of flirting. Not exactly the best way to flirt because he would scare the girls away. Or maybe John had it all wrong. Maybe he was just being bitter towards everyone. John didn't know, but the wanted to find out.

"What color are her eyes?" asked Dillan, ignoring his question.

"You'll have to find out yourself," John said, causing Dillan to glare at him. "My visiting hours are up."

Dillan had a feeling that John was up to something. "I'll find out what you are up to."

John laughed. "I'm not up to anything," he said before walking out the door, leaving Dillan to glare at the door.