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More Than Eyes Alone Can See	By : Psnoo17 Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-More Than Eyes Alone Can See
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-Index of Quotes
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Watching Sands out of cautious eyes, Tessa sat up on the
couch. As she had spent most of the
night crying, she had become more and more horizontal until she had eventually
ended up lying face down on the couch.
Now, she wanted to give her patient somewhere to sit down before he
needed it . . . and it was hard to defend one�s self
while lying down.
Sands took the spot
she had vacated, and she envied him. She
envied that he had heard that she was moving and had been able to tell where
she was in space in relation to him without any visual cues; jealous of the way
that he so confidently trusted his senses.
More often than not, Tess had to think over whether or not she�d heard
something, not daring to trust the information her own ears sent her. They � with help from the voice in her head �
had fooled her enough that she was cautious when it came to immediately
reacting to audio stimuli. Her eyes, at
least, she could trust, for the time being.
As time went on though, it became more and more likely that her
schizophrenia would start displaying itself in other areas of her mind.
As she listened to
Sands� conversation with Logan with
half a mind, she thought how preposterous it was to be jealous of a man who had
lost his sight in a rather gruesome manner.
Her patient would laugh himself sick if he knew what she was thinking. There was no way in heaven above or hell
below that he would think himself gifted in his current state. Tess � should she ever find herself in his
position � would find her grip on reality fraying with each day that passed in
darkness. Without the visual world she
would be unable to combat the voice in head ead that fought to ring in her
ears; she�d lose herself in the dark.
How many morbid thoughts can one mind hold
before it turns on the person thinking them? she
wondered as she leaned against the arm of the couch and hugged her knees to
herself.
How much of my instability is caused by lingering on such thoughts,
reveling in the darkness of what shouldn�t be questioned? How long can a creature
dwell in the depths before adapting so totally that it can�t exist
anywhere else? Lena
began whimpering in the back room. Glad
for the distraction and the excuse to leave, Tessa got up from the couch and
went to fetch the infant.
Walking into the
room that the four siblings shared, Tess gently scooped the girl-child up from
her make-shift cradle. While old enough
to start crawling around the house, Lena was still too
young to sleep through the night without interruption. None of the other children had stirred at the
baby�s unhappy mumbles; they were used to sharing a small space with their
youngest sister. Tess, however, was used
to living alone and found the quiet whimpers nearly as loud as a shout in the
small house. �What�s the matter? Are you wet?
Not enough light in here to tell.�
Carrying the child on her hip, Tess went into her bathroom. Lena�s diaper was
clean. �Hungry then?� Once again settling the sleepless child
against her side, Tess went into the kitchen to fix a bottle of formula.
As she passed the
living room, sheicediced that Sands was still on the phone. His voice was too low for her to hear more
than an indistinct murmur. He didn�t
appear agitated, but that meant nothing � the man was an expert at hiding
reactions that he didn�t noticed by others.
Still, as his current doctor,
isn�t it my job to keep him from getting too agitated? That would set his progress back, and I don�t
think that either of us wants to be in this situation for any longer than we
hav be. be. Lena
started fussing again as Tessa slowed to peek into the room. �Yes, I hear.
You want food. Just be patient.�
It was easy enough
to mix together the dry formund snd some warm water from the tap. Shaking the bottle vigorously in her right
hand and holding the baby with her left, Tess walked out the backdoor and onto
the small railed patio there. The night
air was warm, but not unpleasantly so.
Cul�acan�s proximity to the coast kept the temperature relatively mild
for all but the hottest he she summer months.
Slowly pacing back and forth, Tess fed the bottle to the child and
softly sang bits and pieces of songs to her, hoping that she�d go back to
sleep.
Eventually, Lena
did fall back asleep. Teslkedlked
straight to the children�s bedroom and put the girl-baby back down in her
bed. She silently checked on the other
children, but they were fast asleep and showed no signs of tears or nightmares.
Assured that all
was well for the time being, Tess decided that she had better go check on her
patient. She was glad that he had been
able to walk around, that his body was healing, and that his pain levels were
decreasing, but none of that would last for long if he over-exerted
himself. It didn�t matter if he wanted
to talk on the phone some more, he needed rest.
With this thought
in her head, Tessa went back to the living room to usher what was likely to be
her recalcitrant patient back to bed � the only problem with this plan was that
Sands wasn�t in the living room. Nor was
he in the kitchen, the hall, the bathroom, or her bedroom. As far as Tess could tell, he wasn�t in the
house. Well, I sincerely doubt that he�s taken off after sticking around for
this long, and even Logan at his most exuberant shouldn�t have been enough to
make him head for the hills. But . . .
he�s definitely not in the house. So
where is he? As Tess stood in the
middle of her empty bedroom, she heard the cry of a small barn owl as it passed
in the night. I suppose it�s possible that he went outside. But why?
Shrugging her shoulders because �why� didn�t really matter at the
moment, Tess followed her instinct and went back outside.

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Whatever else Sands
thought about Tess and her friend and his wacky idea, he had to admit that the
kid had enthusiasm. Not that hew how how
old the other man was � if he had gone to school with Tess he must have some
experience under his belt, but he had a voice that sounded as if it should
belong to a med student rather than a doctor with years of research and
experience to rely on. And Sands had to
admit that there was a certain type of genius to the man�s plan � not that thaade ade it any less crazy.
That�s why Sands
had decided to talk with �Dr. Pierce� more extensively. He didn�t trust a plan that lacked an element
of madness. God knew that all of his
plans contained more than their share of lunacy.
I need a cigarette. Carelessly throwing the cell phone onto the
couch, Sands stood up, biting back a groan as the
muscles of his legs burned and his head resuits its pounding. Christ,
I�m getting tired of this.
Sands made his
faintly unsteady way down the hall and towards the back of the house. Fairly idenident that no one was around to
observe him, he placed his left hand against the wall to help keep his weaving
and wavering to a minimum. Uncaringly
grabbing his pack of cigarettes and the lighter Tess had provided from the
bedside table, Sands debated where he should go to smoke. While Tessa hadn�t said anything to him about
his smoking, he was fairly certain that she didn�t approve of it in her house. Not
that I care about what she approves or disapproves of. Still, it would be nice to get outside.
Quietly, he made
his way through the house to the kitchen.
Earlier that day, during the meal, he�d heard Tess take some garbage out
that way. He assumed it was the back
door, although he couldn�t say for sure since he had no idea if this house had
more than one. Turning the knob, he
carefully stepped through, well aware that a missed step or twisted ankle would
be the crowning achievement to his recent bout of ignominionjurnjuries. Not to mention that if he did me toe to
sprain an ankle because he was being anything less than supremely cautious,
he�d have to laugh himself out of the CIA; there simply wasn�t anyone else
around to do it for him. Well, I always have been my own biggest
supporter.
It took several
moments for Sands to light his cigarette � he didn�t have the kid around to
tell him whether to go left or right with the flame � but he eventually managed
tt tht the cigarette lit and was able to take a healthy drag from it. As he exhaled slowly, he supposed that he
should at least try to cut back on the amount of cigarettes he smoked, but at he moment he really didn�t give a damn. It wasn�t as if the loveliness of the
surrounding was giving him any pleasure.
He inhaled slowly again, holding his breath to keep the smoke in his
lungs. Alone. Finally. No busybody doctor with cryptic words to
bother me. Somewhere nearby an owl
hooted. Sands let out the breath he�d
been holding.
For the space of
several breaths, Sands remained alone, just he and the night that saw less than
he did. Or maybe it saw more. Or maybe he�d been around that woman for so
long that her tangled thinking was creeping into his own mind. Just
smoke, Sands. That�s what you came out
here for.
Taking one last drag, S snu snuffed out the snub that was left of his
first cigarette on the railing he was leg He hated
that he was blind, hated that it was a rather permanent reminder of his failure
and stupidity and the futileness of trust.
Hated the teasing sensation of hope at the back of his mind that told
him that this woman was his only ticket back to the realm of the sighted.
�He�s trying to
imitate Frankenstein. You�re aware of
that, right?�
Without thinking,
Tess replied, �We live in a Newtonian world of Einsteinian physics ruled by
Frankenstein logic.�
Sands paused before
asking, �Do have a quote for every occasion?�
Tess shrugged,
wrapping her arms around her middle and leaning back against the carved porch
rail. �The race is not to the swift, nor
the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor riches
to men of understanding, nor favor to men of skill; but time and ce hce happen
to them all.� Turning her eyes to the
strbelobelow her ho Tes Tess went on, �Perhaps not every occasion, but I�m
getting there. What do you mean Logan
is trying to imitate Dr. Frankenstein?�
�Look what a madman
did with just pieces of dead bodies.
What is your friend going to make with a living man and a pair of
eyes?n stn style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Frankenstein�s creation didn�t
thank him. What makes you think I�ll be
any more grateful?�
�What makes you
think that . . .� No,
that wasn�t the question she wanted to ask.
�Why do you compare yourself to a monster? You�re just a man. A dangerous hombre who shouldn�t be underestimated, by all means. But a man nonetheless.?
she wondered as she took her time scrubbing her back
molars. Or was he listening in long enough to hear me tell Logan that I was coming up for a visit? Tess spit into the sink, rinsed off her
toothbrush, and then placed it in the cup that now held four others. It was strange seeing that small collection
of personal hygiene products. Never
before in her life had she found herself gazing at her toothbrush as it sat
next to others. In the dorms when she
had been away at school, she and her roommate Ingrianotanother med major � had
kept their things in separate cabinets and their few surface areas clean. As a child, she�d had her own bathroom that
held nothing more than her own belongings.
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