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is a delusion. Let me take the bandage from your eyes. Hopefully, the
    surgery was a success. If so, perhaps seeing the truth of the world around you will help your
    mental state.”
    Berger stood and stepped next to Stephen’s shoulder. “Nurse, assist me please. Sit up
    Monsieur Palmer.”
    Stephen pushed the blanket that covered him down to the top of his thighs and then
    scooted up straight.
    Cloutier’s body heat warmed his other shoulder. Scissors clicked near his ear. It seemed
    to take forever for her to cut through the material. Stephen willed her to work faster. He’d see who imprisoned him and hear their explanation for all the lies. The year of our Lord 2013—bah.
    Cloutier moved away and Berger began to remove the bandage section by section. The
    skin around his eyes tingled, followed by a sudden coolness as the last of the bandage was lifted.
    All was black. Black as a starless sky on a moonless night. No! He was not blind. He.
    Was. Not. Blind. He touched his fingers to the corners of his eyes. Maybe they’d put something
    on his eyes while he slept. A device to make him believe he was blind. He couldn’t feel his
    fingertips on the flesh around his eyes but felt his lashes on the pads.
    “Careful monsieur.”
    Stephen sensed the doctor’s hand come close. He twisted away and the doctor’s fingers
    brushed his cheek.
    Then, damp warmth from his eyeball touched his fingertips. A shiver chased down his
    spine at the thought he’d put a finger in his eye and not known it.
    “Monsieur—” Berger grabbed his hand and pulled it from his face. “You may touch your
    face but not your eyeball.”
    “What have you done to me? I cannot feel my fingers on my face or eyes.”
    Monette answered. “The numbness is to be expected, as is the swelling. Your skin may
    have a prickly sensation. This is from the surgery. Titanium micro-plates were inserted to stabilize your nose and sinuses. We were confident in our ability to repair the fractured area.
    Unfortunately, we could not be sure with the eye surgery due to the puncture wounds.”
    Micro-plates. More jabber of no interest to him.
    “What do you see, monsieur?” It was Berger again.
    “Nothing. I see only darkness. Is this permanent?” The chirping metal chest peeped
    faster.
    “I am afraid it might be, but let’s try one last test. I’m going to help you out of bed to a
    chair.” Berger took one of Stephen’s arms and Monette the other. They led him a few steps then
    turned him so the back of his knees touched the chair’s seat. “Sit.”
    A faint warmth touched his face but the absolute darkness remained. He reached out in
    the direction the heat came from until his knuckles struck glass. This must be a fine prison for his captors to afford glass windows. Guy’s holding, Elysian Fields, had leaded windows. Guy had said the cost was enormous but worth it to keep out the cold. Stephen slid his hand up, down, and side to side. Strange, no leading held the panes in place. The window was warm though.
    “The sun is out,” he said.
    “Can you see the light from the sun at all?” Monette asked.
    Stephen shook his head. “No. I felt the sun’s warmth on the glass.”
    “No light perception,” Berger said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m sorry, but it means the damage was irreparable. Your blindness is permanent.”
    Stephen swiveled to the left and patted the air, trying to get a fix on Berger’s exact
    position. His palm found the doctor’s arm. Stephen wrapped his strong hand around Berger’s thin bicep. “Do another surgery.”
    “I am sorry, Monsieur Palmer, but there is nothing more I can do.”
    “What new hell is this place? For what purpose have you stolen my sight?” Stephen shot
    up from the chair. He lunged forward in hopes to get his hands on Berger.
    Cloutier shouted for security as Berger clamped onto Stephen’s wrists. Stephen struggled
    to pull his hands free and wrap them around the doctor’s neck.
    He didn’t care