Post by Magdalene Brightman on Aug 25, 2009 14:46:19 GMT -6
"First off Magdalene... how are you feeling?"
Gah, she hated it when people called her that. Maggie simply sighed, placed her delicate hands on her lap, and looked at the doctor. Before she could answer though, a bright light was flashed in her pupils and she flinched slightly. Even after six months, she never got used to that. "Okay. Still disoriented sometimes," she explained. Maggie still wasn't completely used to all of the images that her eyes let her see. Sometimes, she felt like there was imagery overload, and she would get severe headaches. When she was alone, her mind was already filled with emotions about what just happened. But of course, people had to wear bright colored shirts while they were walking, and cars had to zoom by. Her brain had to process all of these things, which caused her to become dizzy. "But it's a lot less frequent than before..." she continued. Within the first few weeks, headaches and dizziness--along with a recovery period--caused her to stay inside more than she wanted.
"Well, this is normal for someone like you. Not that there are many people like you out there, but after reading certain files, I can honestly say that it will pass within the next few months. Just keep going outside, and strengthening your sight. It seems to help..."
Maggie knew who and what file the Doctor was talking about. It was pretty obvious by the tone of his voice and the way he looked at her. It was none other than Maggie's own grandmother--the first Magdalene, Blind Mag, GeneCo's former superstar, and the former owner of Maggie's eyes. Through the same complex surgery, the current Mag had gained sight through those eyes, gained memories that her grandmother made all those years ago. She also formed the same bargain that she did.
Maggie nodded, watching the doctor leave. She didn't want to leave as well. Being in the room was so nice. It was so bland, there was nothing to look at, making the headache that was forming from her thinking go away. She took a few strands of the long dark hair and twirled it around her finger, blinking her eyes. Another sigh escaped her lips, her posture relaxing from the fixed, straight one she held all the time.
Gah, she hated it when people called her that. Maggie simply sighed, placed her delicate hands on her lap, and looked at the doctor. Before she could answer though, a bright light was flashed in her pupils and she flinched slightly. Even after six months, she never got used to that. "Okay. Still disoriented sometimes," she explained. Maggie still wasn't completely used to all of the images that her eyes let her see. Sometimes, she felt like there was imagery overload, and she would get severe headaches. When she was alone, her mind was already filled with emotions about what just happened. But of course, people had to wear bright colored shirts while they were walking, and cars had to zoom by. Her brain had to process all of these things, which caused her to become dizzy. "But it's a lot less frequent than before..." she continued. Within the first few weeks, headaches and dizziness--along with a recovery period--caused her to stay inside more than she wanted.
"Well, this is normal for someone like you. Not that there are many people like you out there, but after reading certain files, I can honestly say that it will pass within the next few months. Just keep going outside, and strengthening your sight. It seems to help..."
Maggie knew who and what file the Doctor was talking about. It was pretty obvious by the tone of his voice and the way he looked at her. It was none other than Maggie's own grandmother--the first Magdalene, Blind Mag, GeneCo's former superstar, and the former owner of Maggie's eyes. Through the same complex surgery, the current Mag had gained sight through those eyes, gained memories that her grandmother made all those years ago. She also formed the same bargain that she did.
Maggie nodded, watching the doctor leave. She didn't want to leave as well. Being in the room was so nice. It was so bland, there was nothing to look at, making the headache that was forming from her thinking go away. She took a few strands of the long dark hair and twirled it around her finger, blinking her eyes. Another sigh escaped her lips, her posture relaxing from the fixed, straight one she held all the time.
