The Love Bet: Part 19 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 19
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Mariete woke up, much like every other day. But today was different. Everyday Mariete would wake up, attempt to move her arms, open her eyes once and realizr she was still helpless: unable to move and unable to see. And apparently, she hated it. But like it was stated, today was different. And Mariete once again, attempted to move her ams and check to see if she could see.

"Mom? Dad?" Mariete called out hesitantly. Mariete was greeted with silence, her parents were not yet at the hospital.

Mariete let out a sigh and lifted an arm. She tried to pull herself up, and prop herself up against her pillows. And she realized something, when she yawned, her hand had covered her mouth. And Mariete screamed.

"What happened?" someone asked, it was a nurse, as she yanked the door open.
"My arms, my hands... they can move again," Mariete said in amazement as she flexed her fingers, "but if only I could see again..."
"This is great news, it means that your body is starting to function well again," the nurse nodded in approval and how Mariete longed to see even the slightest of color, or even a simple shade.
"Is it okay... if I were to walk around the room?" Mariete asked hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer.
"At the moment, I'd advise that, you haven't been walking for so long," the nurse agreed before closing the door and leaving Mariete alone once more.

Mariete moved herself off the bed slowly, clutching onto the bed in case she fell. She took one cautious step, after another, little babysteps. She took one more step then another, and one more. She continued to hold onto the bed as if it was her life line. THen the door swung open, alarmed, Mariete fell to the ground.

"Good morning Valarie," a bubbly voice said as Mariete craned her neck towards the door.

Mariete hated not being able to see. And who the hell was Valarie?

"Um, excuse me, but I think you have the wrong room," Mariete said uncomfortably.
"What are you talking about, Val?" the voice said full of hurt.
"Um... I'm not Valarie," Mariete said in confusion as she pulled herself up.
"C'mon, Val, it isn't funny, not this time," the voice said disapprovingly.
"Brenda?" a male's voice said as he opened the door.
"Harold, look at Val," the voice continued in a bubbly voice, "isn't she just beautiful?"
"Brenda, this isn't Valarie," he said uncomfaortably, if Mariete could see, she would be glaring at her father.
"Of course it is! She looks exactly like her!" Mrs. Welsh scoffed.
"Mom, I'm Mariete..." Mariete said slowly.
"Nonsense, did you and your father trick me?" Mrs. Welsh said playfully as Mariete wished she could see.
"Seriously, snap out of it," Harold said firmly.
"Dad, what's wrong with mom?" Mariete asked.
"Nothing, she's just a little tired, her friend Valarie came to visit last night, so she must've gotten the names mixed up," Mariete's father lied before taking his wife's hand and holding it, tugging her towards the door, "I'm going to bring her home so she can rest up. It's nice to see that you recovered a little."

And on that note, they were out the door, leaving Mariete to think back. Who was Valarie? And would Mariete ever recover...?