It was early first semester, junior year of college. I was relaxing in my dorm room after a day of classes. Seated at my desk, I was going over some notes when I heard a loud crash and someone cursing. The sound seemed to come from the room next door. Investigating, I found the door slightly ajar. I knocked. "Hello?" I called out. "Sorry to be nosy, everything OK in there?"
"Not really." A distressed female voice answered. "I tripped and knocked over some stuff."
"Do you need some help?" I inquired.
"Yes, thanks." She said. "It's open, please come in."
I entered the room and closed the door. It was dark inside, the curtains were drawn and the lights were off. I could just make out the silhouette of someone sitting on the bed. "I'm Rigel, OK if I turn on a light?" I asked.
"Shit." She spat. "Now I feel like a complete imbecile. I'm sorry, I keep forgetting."
"Forgetting?" I said.
"I'm...ah...blind." She answered. "I'm Kaycee by the way."
I paused, while what she said registered. I hit the switch on the wall beside me and looked around the room, she had done a number on her computer and printer, they lay in shambles on the floor.
"Are you still there?" Kaycee asked.
"I am." I said. "Just...surveying the damage."
I waited as she spoke, finally getting a look at her. She stood and made her way to her desk. She was roughly 5'8" with auburn hair and green eyes, medium build, quite pretty. She sat, then turned to face me.
"How bad is it?" She frowned.
"Until I get into it, I don't know." I answered. "Let me see what I can do."
As I attempted to reassemble her system, we chatted. The damage wasn't too bad, only requiring the replacement of a couple small things, which I had in my spares. I've built so many computers over the years, I have boxes of parts.
"I have the laptop back together." I smiled. "Seems to be running fine, but I'm not familiar with a couple of the peripherals, what are they?"
Kaycee grinned. "They are special things I need." She explained. "The handheld device scans text into my computer so the voice synthesizer can read it. The other is a braille writer. Are they OK, they'll be damned difficult to replace?"
"I don't know, you'll have to test them and tell me." I said. "They appear to be hooked up and they have power, but I have no clue how to use them."
Kaycee tested both devices and smiling said. "They work perfectly. Thanks so much for helping me, I couldn't have done this without you."
My stomach growled, looking at the clock on my phone, I gasped. "Shit, it's 8PM already, no wonder I'm hungry. Let's take a break and get something to eat."
"Would you mind being my guide?" She asked, shyly. "I don't go out alone, except to class, I'm afraid I'll get lost. The Campus Map App on my phone just isn't up to the task."
"No problem." I said. "What do I do?"
"Just walk normally, I'll hold onto your arm." She explained. "Try not to walk me into a pole." She giggled. "Just kidding, I'm sure you'll do great."
After we walked to the dining hall, I sat her at a table and got food for both of us.
"So, Rigel, that's an unusual name." She smiled. "Named after the star?"
"I am. Impressive, not many people get it." I praised. "Dad's an amateur astronomer, teaches High School Physics back home. Given all the weird names, it could have been so much worse. My little sister got stuck with Bellatrix."
"Ouch." Kaycee winced. "I'm guessing she goes by Bella?"
"Only when Dad's not around, and sometimes when he is. Your name?" I questioned. "Is it K. C., two initials, or Kaycee, one word?"
"The second." She clarified. "Kaycee Marie Harmon."
"Can I ask a personal question?" I inquired.
"Why am I blind?" She answered, reading my mind. "Get that one alot."
"Sorry, just curious." I blushed. "You don't have to answer."
"Car accident when I was 14." She said. "Head injury, even though they still don't know precisely why. No scarring or obvious brain damage, but I was blind when I woke up."
"I'm sorry. I said. "We just met and I'm asking you to tell me something that traumatic. I'm an idiot."
"I'll admit, I was a wreck at first, acting out, being a general bitch, if I'm honest." She explained. "But I've come to accept it. What else can I do?"
We continued talking, telling our stories to each other until we were done eating, then went back to her room.
It was around midnight before I left, she was just so easy to talk to, but we were both too tired to continue.
"Let's call it a night." Kaycee yawned. "We've got classes in the morning. I appreciate what you've done, it will be a great help."
"No problem." I chuckled. "I can take you to breakfast in the morning, if you'd like?"
"I don't think that's in your job description." She grinned, teasing me.
"Well, it is on the way, and I hate eating alone." I countered. "I'd enjoy some company."
"My first class is at 8AM, pick me up at 7." She smiled.
"See you then." I beamed. "Good night Kaycee."
"Night Rigel." She answered.
The next morning I knocked on her door at a little after 7. "It's open." She called out.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Let's go." She smiled, taking my arm.
We continued to talk during breakfast.
"So Rigel, you got a girl here or back home?" She asked. "Where is home, by the way?"
"No vow of celibacy, but not seeing anyone at the moment, my last relationship didn't end well... just concentrating on school." I answered. "Millersburg is home, lived there all my life."
"Wow, I'm from Pierson, we're practically neighbors." She said. "My Dad's the Chief of Police there."
"Boyfriend?" I quizzed.
"Had one, the bastard." She hissed, frowning. "Kinda why I ended up here. I was at Aterson College my first 2 years, met a frat boy, thought I meant something to him. That's til I found out he hid a camera in my room, recording what we did for his frat brothers to drool over. Someone ratted him out to the Dean and he ended up expelled and the Frat lost its charter. The College gave me a large amount of money to keep my mouth shut and more or less paid me to come here. They didn't want the publicity. 'Frat voyeurs blind girl, film at 11.' That wouldn't go over well. It's been made clear that all recordings were to be deleted and if anything ends up on the internet, formal charges will be filed and he will go to jail... or Daddy will make him disappear."
"That's awful." I gasped. "I'm sorry that happened. Are you...?"