Romans & histoires Is Charlie Cox Blind

If something happens to you, what are we going to do? Koven felt a terrible headache and did not hear what Charlie was saying. He felt like a blank sheet of paper with a frame but nothing painted. “Do I have a woman I love?” Koven asked, looking at the rambling Charlie. Charlie uncomfortably stammered and spouted a lot of nonsense. Koven, who was disappointed once again, lay back down.

Later, I became a core member, helping the team with a huge breakthrough. A year passed by in the blink of an eye. I had almost completely forgotten about Sean, devoting all my time to my research. Finally, we developed a drug that could help blind people regain their eyesight. After a few months of testing, Charles called me and said, "Rachel, the patients that took part in the test all regained their eyesight." I broke down in tears when I heard what Charles had said. Michael Trent, one of my colleagues, came to comfort me.

I stayed up with bloodshot eyes, not daring to close them for fear that Charlie would do something reckless. When the loan sharks finally tracked us down, I threw myself over Charlie to protect him. A frantic thug brought a blade down, severing my right leg. As I lay pooling in blood, Charlie fell to his knees before them for the very first time, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I'll pay you back! Every single cent! Just please, take her to the hospital!" After getting discharged, I buried my own despair. I forced myself to adapt to life as a cripple, pretending everything was fine just to be his rock.

" I stared silently at the shocking pool of blood in the news clip, the coffee cup in my hand remaining perfectly still. He could no longer bear his disabled body, endless regret, and the constant hallucinations of me coughing up blood. He finally chose to end his sinful and pitiable life at the place where he had once proposed to me. "What are you watching, Stella?" Charlie came out onto the balcony with freshly baked cranberry cookies. He followed my gaze toward the TV and then gently reached for the remote control. "You don't have to turn it off," I said, turning to give him a relieved smile. "It's such a beautiful day today, Charlie."

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Never seen the details. She scrolled down. There was more. Another article, dated two weeks later. **MERCER CEO EMERGES FROM HOSPITAL BLIND** *Leon Mercer, recovering from the fire that claimed his wife's life, has lost his sight due to injuries sustained in the blaze. Company spokesperson Samuel Chen confirmed that Mercer will continue leading MercerTech despite his disability...* And then, at the bottom, a third document. Not a news article, but a photograph. A crime scene photo, partially redacted, showing the burned remains of a house. And in the margin, a handwritten note:

A wave of nausea passed over me. The truck driver had already tried to speak to me as we had attempted to help Charlie while we waited for the ambulance. The driver was seemingly uninjured, though more than shaken up, saying Charlie had come from nowhere. I couldn't say that he was wrong. He had. I could only assume that, because of his tiredness and his angriness, Charlie had been so distracted and he had not noticed the sound of the truck nor the lights until it was too late.

I was feeling all nostalgic and all I wanted was to see my wife. "Charlie saved her. He likes working out in the rain and it reminds him of his daughter. He saw Cleopatra jumping the fence, losing grip and falling . Charles is a doctor and a pretty darn good one at that if he can fix anyone he can . Do you want to talk about it?"

he said as Nico smiled at his best friend. "You're in love, brother," he said as Micheal grinned, "I am, and I'm going to make sure that I make Autumn the happiest woman alive." _______________ Autumn and Lexi were currently sitting on the living room floor drawing and coloring, "Miss Autumn, why are your eyes different," she asked as Autumn smiled softly, "That's because I can't see, Lexi," she replied as Lexi furrowed, "Do you need glasses?" She asked as Autumn giggled, "No, honey, what I meant was that I'm blind, I can't see at all and glasses wouldn't help me," she explained as Lexi's mouth formed an 'O' shape.

And then I got lost in staring at him. A grin tickled his lips as the corner started to turn up. He knew I was watching him, and I think part of him secretly loved it. Charlie was no stranger to women's attention and affection, but sometimes I thought it embarrassed him when it came from me. But I could spend hours memorizing the details of his handsome features and days getting lost in his eyes. What I couldn't figure out was what he saw in me. Self-doubt had become a nasty demon in my head. It would take years for my hair to grow out and just as long for the scars to lose their angry hue. And even if I did manage to walk again, it would always be with a limp. My fingers looked like I'd suf