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A Blind Switch [stonethecrowbar x Risi]

Risi

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Jul 19, 2010
stonethecrowbar:
Mark had been in darkness ever since he could remember. It's not easy growing up blind, not to mention his condition. It was some sort of brith defect he didn't fully understand. He just knew it was the cause of his handicap. He could feel the bed underneath him and was very aware of the soft, cool, cotton sheets that covered the mattress. It's true what they say about your other senses becoming stronger when you lose one.

Mark sat up and fumbled around looking for his cane. Finally he could feel the cold, smooth steel underneath his fingertips. It was a comforting feeling to have something familiar to hold on to in a world where it was almost impossible to know what was right in front of his eyes. The days clothes were laid out for him as usual and over the years he'd become quite good at dressing himself. Sometimes he needed a hand tying his shoes or fastening his belt, but that was all.

It wasn't long until he was sitting in the classroom at the nearest college for the blind, running his fingers over a braille science textbook. It was a chapter on biology, one of Mark's favorite subjects. He wished he could have been a surgeon, but for obvious reasons that was not possible. His mind began to drift as the teacher spoke and he sat there daydreaming. Even though the things he was seeing were only in his imagination, it was real enough for him.

Risi:
It won't be such a terrible day, just one class and one lab period, Theory told herself as she brushed her teeth, looking in the mirror of her dorm bathroom. With a glance down at the digital clock on the counter she spit in the sink and wiped off her mouth with a hand towel. Once she grabbed her bag and locked the door she began to walk to her first class of the day. Slowly, the class winded to an end and she then trucked her way across campus to her lab period of the day.

Meeting up with the rest of the class, attendance was called and the professor proceeded to explain the lab of that day. It was DNA and Genetics, which made Theory smile. It had always been a long running joke that she was born to be a scientist, as both of her parents were. Her mother, a physicist for NASA, and her father, a biochemist, were ever present in her life and urging her into the scientific field. Theory loved Psychology though, and aimed that way in her major, much to her parents' dismay. Her compromise with her parents, to appease them really, was her minor in Biology. That minor was the reason she was in the lab at that point in time, and she was beginning to hate it as she had a final thesis to write that night.

The lab commenced and she partnered with her usual female friend, Beth, and they begun the process of piercing their fingers and separating the different parts of the blood to run tests. After about an hour, they had their results and were sent out to do a lab report, due the next meeting of the class. Theory crashed on her bed and began writing her thesis on social facilitation and promptly forgot about the lab report.

On the night before the report was due, she sat and looked dazed in front of her laptop, fiddling with her long champagne blonde hair as she attempted to figure out the reasoning to why she was type O blood, while both of her parents were AB. The lab questioned both her parents' and grandparents' blood type, which both checked out until she reached her own. Pulling her lips together, she botched the report to turn in and quickly dialed her mother on her cell.

After her classes the next day, Mr. and Mrs. Ericsson and Theory were sitting in the office of a geneticist. "Mr., Mrs., and Miss Ericsson I have some bad news to give you. We have run some tests and found that Theory is not your biological daughter, there was a mix up at the hospital and she was accidentally switched with another baby..." the woman trailed off and averted her eyes, "I am so sorry. Your actual son's name is Mark and he currently can be reached at this number," she slid a piece of paper across the table to Mr. Ericsson with a half-hearted smile. "He has been informed, as have his 'parents'. I am so sorry once again."
 
RE: A Blind Switch

This has to be some kind of mistake...

He kept repeating it over and over again in his head. He could not have been more shocked. How could it be that the people who had raised him from birth were not his parents? It didn't matter to him. Blood relation or not, they were his parents. They were the ones who had been there through the good times and the bad times, who had helped with with his disability in any way they could. He'd never even met these Ericsson people. There was no way his bond with them would be as strong as it was with the Aldrens.

Mark was quiet for a few days. He was confused, angry, depressed. He'd already been cursed with so much and now this? He was beginning to feel like God had it out for him.
 
RE: A Blind Switch

"We have set you up an appointment with a psychologist and we are trying to also set up a meeting with the Aldrens," her mother told her curtly, her only tone it seemed at times, as Theory walked to class the following day.

"Aldrens?" she questioned.

"The other family," her mother quickly added before continuing, "Its looking like that meeting will be over dinner tonight, your father just sent me an email about it." Theory could hear her mother smiling over the phone, she supposed this boy was just another thing her mother could control, which in turn made her happy. She would never tell that to her mother's face however. "Fine," Theory replied quickly, ducking into the building her class was in, "I'll be home at six thirty, and I'm not going to a psychologist. I've gotta go, I'm in class now." She quickly disconnected the phone and turned it off, focusing her attention on getting to class, then sitting though it.

Theory had little time to ponder the feelings she had over the confusion at the hospital, she made sure of that. But now, her parents were making her meet her switcher, that's what she called him in her head now, over dinner no less. She shook it out of her head and focused on the matter at hand, Psych 482.
 
Mark hadn't gone to class for a few days. The shock was too much for him. He could barely get out of bed. It was like everything he knew was turned upside down. It didn't matter. He knew who had cared for him and he was sticking with them, no matter what. He heard the door to his room open. The sound was always a little bit startling since he never knew who was entering the room. "Sweety?" It was his mother. "We're having dinner tonight with... your family," he could hear her voice crack as the words left her mouth. "We're leaving in a few hours. I put your clothes on the chair."

The time was getting closer and closer. Each tick of the clock seemed like another step towards the moment of truth. He'd dressed himself in the clothes his mother put out for him. If he had his vision, he would have seen a dark blue dress shirt and a pair of black trousers, a black belt, and shiny black leather shoes. He looked good. His mother had helped him comb his hair and shave. The time had finally arrived for them to leave.

The drive to the restaurant wasn't long. The closer they got, the more his anxiety built. He'd never felt so uncomfortable in his life as when he walked through the door of that reastaurant, knowing he was about to meet his biological parents, as well as the real child of the people who'd raised him his whole life. He couldn't wait for this to be over with.
 
The mirror reflected back a beautiful girl, but Theory didn't believe it. She had worked hard on picking her outfit, straightening her hair, and making sure her makeup was perfect, but it seemed that all of it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that her parents, or so called parents, were not actually her parents. Now, after twenty-two years of life, it was back to square one. Oh, and there was the fact that her parents had actually had a boy. How on earth did the hospital fuck that up? she questioned herself as she adjusted the cream, off-the-shoulder top one last time before heading down stairs.

"You look lovely," her mother told her sincerely, but Theory ignored it. She wanted to go and figure these things, these people, out. Was she supposed to go live with them, or just make nice as she was an adult. Were her parents going to pay for both her and the switcher to go to college now? She shook her head as she climbed into the back seat of their black sedan, hoping it would shake out her worries as well.

Once the arrived at the restaurant, the Ericssons found that they were the first there. They sat at one of the larger tables in the bar, enough for six or seven, and awaited the arrival of the other family. Theory felt sick to her stomach.
 
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