I wake with a start, head pounding and throat drier than the Sahara desert. Though my eyes are open, I can't see a thing.  I wave my right hand before my face, dismayed when I continue to see absolutely nothing.

This can't be happening. I open my mouth to scream, and though I can feel the vibrations that my vocal chords give out, no sound meets my ears.

No. No, no, no. This isn't real. I begin to panic internally. What is going on? I feel like a prisoner in my own mind. Unable to see, unable to hear. I am terrified. 

Firm arms wrap around me all of a sudden, and I nearly scream again. But all of this is more than I can take, and I immediately pass out once more.

The next time that I wake, I notice that I can once more hear my surroundings. I want to weep with joy, but at the same time, I still can't see. It takes me a few moments to discern each sound from the others, but once I do, I realize that one of the sounds I hear is the sound of singing.

It is male, and it sounds like the voice of an actual angel. I stand, slowly and carefully since I am effectively blind. And as I walk, I tentatively reach out, searching for my surroundings.

Finding the door is one of the most difficult things. But once my hand is upon the frame I manage to locate and turn the knob with relative ease. Even with no eyesight, it would seem that I am still capable of recognizing my childhood home, and the layout of it.

It takes me significantly less time to follow the voice to what I know must be the kitchen.

Though I try to approach quietly, I stumble over something on the floor, causing me to alert the owner of the beautiful, soothing voice to my arrival.

"Hey, Evie! You're not supposed to be out of bed yet, you know that right?"

"Jimin? Is that you?" I ask as I flail my arms before me, hoping to make contact with his body. Right now I need his comforting presence. "Were you the one who was singing?"

Within moments his arms are suddenly wrapped around me and he is rocking side to side in a soothing manner.

"Mhmm. I'm making you something to eat, and I always sing when I prepare food. My brothers and I sort of turned it into a family tradition."

I bury my face into his chest, relieved to have him near. Gladdened to not be alone.

"I didn't know you had brothers," I murmur softly.

"Six of them actually," Jimin says. "But that's not really important right now. How are you feeling?"

"I'm scared Jimin. I still can't see," I tell him.

"I know, love, but you're gonna be okay. For now, I want to get you fed and get you back to sleep. Try this," he says as he places a wooden stirring spoon directly against my mouth.

I take a small sip, and that alone is enough to cause me to retch. There shouldn't be any more food in my system to throw up, and yet something is pouring out of my mouth.

The entire time Jimin simply rubs my back, humming softly.

And when my stomach has emptied itself to a point that makes me have to wonder about the health and safety of my internal organs, he scoops me up as if I were little more than a feather. I barely even feel the shift from his arms to the bed at all.

And when he lays down beside me and fits his body to mine, I marvel at how naturally we fit together. Without my sight, it seems that I am extra sensitive to the feeling of every inch of him that is pressed to me.

I fall into a peaceful slumber as he strokes my hair with all the kindness of a saint.

The third time that I awaken it is as if I've stepped straight into a horror film. I almost wish that my sight was still missing as I watch the walls around me melt and peel, decaying before my very eyes.

My own screams sound as if they are far away. Muffled by water and distance. There is a constant buzzing in my brain, complete with the occasional gurgle. And when Jimin busts open the bedroom door, I wish to God he hadn't.

Colors flood into the room that have no business splaying themselves upon my walls in such a fashion. Swirling and bubbling from within my walls in a such a manner that is almost reminiscent of bleeding.

The skin upon Jimin's face is an unholy shade of puce, and the way that it drips from him causes me to gag. But no matter how much I wish to, I simply can't look away. At least, until the convulsions hit.

As my body spasms upon the bed, my screams cease. And in the eerie silence, Jimin's own frantic voice becomes much louder.

"Evie! Stay with me, Evie!" He screams.

Then my world goes black.

When I open my eyes the fourth time, my first impression is that I must be in limbo. Or maybe even the afterlife itself.

"The dark isn't so bad," I muse.

It's certainly better than melting colors and faces.

Above me float twin lights, twinkling in the distance. Their hushed voices are tiny and melodic. I easily recognize one of the voices as Jimin.

"I wouldn't have woken you hyung, but I don't know if I have any other kind of choice. I can't lose her. Not now."

"I'll do what I can Chim."