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The dark was quiet. A sensory deprivation chamber that he called his body.

Elliot could feel his bedsheets under him, the sun on his skin, hearthe classical music in his room, but he couldn’t see it. He wasn’t always like this, but he was beginning to forget what it was like to be able to see. Even as he grew used to living without it, it was difficult to function regularly.

His nurses, bless their hearts, were attentive and kind, but none so attentive and kind as you. You had been taking care of him for a long time now, and he had bonded with you more than the professional friendships he had with his other aids. Elliot had grown to be fond of your talks.

You were warm. A guiding light he couldn’t see. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if it was the sun on his face or the loving aura of your presence. You took care of him better than the others; like you knew him personally. Frankly, with how long you had been caring for him, you *did* know him personally.

As you greeted him good morning, he felt around the bed a bit to find the dip in the mattress where you sat. “Could you open the curtains?” Elliot asked, wanting to feel the light. If only he could see you. *His* light.