Thread: A Blind Switch [stonethecrowbar x Risi]

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.