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Chapter 15: Making Sense and There's Just Something

Fulton paused for several long moments after telling Portman what happened before he continued.

"As I was leaving the hospital I passed two nurses who were talking by the front desk. I didn't hear all of the conversation, but I did hear one of the nurses say the patient in room 137 had fallen into a coma" he said as he let out a heavy sigh. "I wanted to go back, but…I made her a promise" Fulton said as his expression showed just how torn he was in either choosing to be with the Ducks or stay with his sister.

-That bastard!- was the first thought that went though Portman's mind. –He raped her, his own daughter!- he continued to yell in his mind, as he clinched his fist until they turned white.

"Two days before the game with the Iceland team I got a call from my mom telling me that Frankie had woken up from her coma. I left for the hospital once we got home" he said as he swallowed the lump that seemed to form in his throat.

Portman gave a silent nod, he remembered how anxious Fulton had been on the plane ride home and how once it landed it seemed as if he had vanished the moment he exited the plane.

"I went to see her and just found her sitting there in bed, just staring at her hands, by the expression on her face I knew something was wrong. We sat together for awhile before she fell asleep and I left ask the doctor who was taking care of her what was wrong" he said as he sighed.

"I found him and demanded to know what was wrong and he…he told me that after she had woken up from her coma she wouldn't respond to anyone, wouldn't talk, not even to our mother. They then found out that…that she was blind."

Portman's eyes widen, -Frankie is blind!?- he said in shock.

"Wh-how?" he found himself asking, silently wondering he and the others had missed something like this.

"The doctor said that due to trauma her body reacted out of instincts, said since she didn't want to see or remember what happened so her body reacted. She still remembers, but she can't see."

"Then how does she, you know see and read and stuff?" Portman asked since he couldn't remember exactly how it worked; he never really paid much attention to that kind of stuff.

"They have special books made, people who can't see to be able to see by touching, but since she has eidetic memory and the fact that I'm also her twin it helps" Fulton said as he looked up at Portman who had a confused look.

"Eidetic memory? What's that? And how does being a twin help?" he asked confused.

"Total recall, like photographic memory, but instead of seeing in order to remember she uses it by hearing" Fulton said as Portman nodded.

"As for the twin thing," Fulton said after a few moments to let Portman collect his thoughts. "It is a well known fact that out of all the bonds between two people, twins are one of the closest. Twins share a special bond that goes beyond anything known to facts" he said as he pauses again.

"Anyway, since we're twins we can…sense each other. Frankie never needed a seeing eye dog or a walking stick because of me, because I was always with her, so in a way though our bond Frankie can see, though my eyes."

It was all making since now, why she wore her glasses, why she always held onto Fulton or someone's arm when they walked and who she was singing about that one night before they went to the club. It all made sense.

"Does anyone else know about this? And why didn't you tell me or anyone before?" Portman asked, desperately trying to control his anger, even though he wanted to punch and tare at anything he could get to. He then glanced at Frankie who was still peacefully asleep.

It seemed that while they were talking she had turned on her right side and was curled up in a ball while her left hand rested by her head. She looked so much like a small child. He watched her for several long moments, silently making a vow that he wouldn't let any other man hurt her before turning and looking back at Fulton.

"Yeah" Fulton said as he let out a heavy sigh, "Me, Hans, and Bombay knew and a very few others."

Fulton seemed to pause for a moment to collect his thoughts. "The reason why Frankie and I didn't tell you or anyone because she wanted to be treated the same as before she was blind" he said as he turned and glanced at Frankie and if possible the look on his face saddens more.

"She hates that she can't see," Fulton said as he turned back to Portman. "She hates it because her blindness is a constant reminder of that night. She once told me that even thou she could not see, she still relives that night over and over again though her eyes" he said as he signs heavily.

Portman gives a small nod.

"Bombay and Hans knew?" Portman asked confused.

Fulton nodded slowly. "Yeah, after she woke up from her coma she had to go to physical therapy and a therapist along with learning how to handle being blind and learning how to do sign language since she wouldn't talk to anyone. It was hard for her and she was depressed, the doctors were afraid that she would be suicidal" he said as he glanced at Frankie and stroked the back of her hand with his free hand since she was still holding his other one.

"They thought she was suicidal?" Portman asked shocked, that he couldn't believe it Frankie didn't seem to be the type to even consider something like that.

"Yeah, but she wouldn't. She was depressed, but she found other methods for her rage. Since she was little she tried everything to gain our father's approval. That's why she went joined martial arts, boxing, singing, dancing, and hockey. She nearly destroyed herself doing it."

He sighed again. "None of it worked. Anyway, while she was going though all that stuff after waking up from the coma I joined in learning how to do sigh language so I could help her, but I didn't stick around long since by then it was the summer and we had to leave for Eden Hall our first year."

Portman nodded in understanding, showing that he was listening.

"While I was here and while Frankie in therapy our father, who had escaped the authorities had been found and was going to trial for…well, lets just say a shit load of things. Bombay as her lawyer and then after our father was found guilty she continued with all that stuff with Bombay and Hans's help until she got better. She sees Bombay as a father figure and Hans as a grandfather, that's why it was so hard for her" Fulton said as he paused to allow Portman to take in the information.

"After the game with Varsity last year I stayed by Frankie's side helping and eventually she started talking again, so we no longer had to use sign language to communicate. Then during the summer she studied her ass of to get into Eden Hall. She would have had all AP classes if she wanted, but she wanted to stay with me, you see after the incident she became very…skittish around people, mostly guys. She also suffered from countless nightmares of that night and I was the only one she felt safe with."

Portman once again nodded as he tried to get his brain to register all the information that he was hearing, "I understand" he said he glanced at the digital clock on his desk to see that it was 1:00 AM in the morning.

"We should probably get some sleep" he commented as he got under the covers of his bed.

"Yeah" Fulton said as he moved to lie beside Frankie making sure to lie outside of the covers, his back against the wall. He shifted for a moment as he used his free hand to move the covers up more to cover his sister so she wouldn't get cold.

"Night dude" he said as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Night" Portman replied as he shut off the light and the music before making himself comfortable in bed. He didn't immediately go to sleep, even though he was both physical and mentally exhausted.

He shifted so that he was lying on his left side facing towards Fulton and Frankie's direction, his eyes instantly locking on Frankie's beautiful face. He couldn't believe all the things that Fulton had just told him, he couldn't even begin to understand how anyone could hate someone as exciting and beautiful as Frankie.

He mentally sighed to himself.

­-She wouldn't want me. Not after all that bastard did to her- he thought to himself - I don't deserve someone as wonderful as her, I mean just look at me- he thought when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest when that thought hit him, and yet there was something about Frankie he just couldn't get off his mind.

He let out another heavy sigh as he turned onto his back and looked up at the ceiling while he linked his hands behind his head.

-There's just something about her-­ he thought once again before he lowered his arms onto his stomach and closed his eyes and drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

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