Need For Comfort (2)

"How do you feel?" Madeline waved a hand at his face in case he saw anything different, a look of aspiration gleaming in her eyes. "Can you see anything? Even a shadow or something?" She asked while continuously waving her hand at his handsome face, but Cassian remained mute as he sat on the bed, weakening Madeline's confidence.

"This means you still can't see a thing?" He sensed the hope in her voice that was about to be crushed by his 'no' response, but he gave a lopsided grin while grabbing hold of her wrist, stopping her from continuously waving her hand at his face.

"Stop, or you'll make me feel dizzy." He responded with a sigh as though he had grown tired of keeping her on edge, and Madeline's expression perked up instantly when he made mention of going dizzy. If he can't see her hand move then how can he go dizzy from it??

"You can see??" She asked with her eyes open_wide, and he was a bit reluctant to say yes. "It's more vague than you think."