“So, how are you feeling?” Seamus asked awkwardly, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white.
“Fine, it was only an hour,” Tobias said, looking out the window, watching a blur of green pass by. He adjusted his eyepatch and threw on some sunglasses that Dr. Jones had given him to wear.
“Yeah, I know that it went well, but how are you feeling?” Seamus asked as he looked behind him before merging into the other lane.
“I’m fine, Healy,” Tobias said and closed his eyes.
Seamus let out a sigh; Toby always called him by his last name when he was trying to get something across.
Seamus swerved into a parking spot and stopped quickly, “Shit,” he murmured.
“Geez, can you learn how to park correctly already?” Tobias questioned and opened the door, almost hitting the car parked next to them.
“Wait! You need your cane,” Seamus said and rushed out of the car to Tobias’s side.
“Dumbass, I don’t need it.”
“You almost just slammed the door into another car, I’m not letting you walk without it!” Seamus yelled and shoved the white cane into his friend's hand.
“My sight in my left eye is going to be fine in like two weeks, I don’t need this.”
“Oh would you stop,” Seamus huffed. “You need this and you know it. Stop acting like you don’t. This doesn’t make you weak,” Seamus said and forced it into Tobias’s hand.
“Whatever,” Tobias scoffed.
Latching onto Seamus’ arm, Tobias was led towards the entrance of their apartment building. As they walked forward, the sun beamed hotly down on their backs. The smell of grass filled Tobias’ nose and he jumped as a car zoomed by.
“It’s okay, it’s just a car.”
Tobias tightened his grip on his friend's arm.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, they entered the lobby of their apartment building and the familiar scent of lemon calm Tobias down.
Feeling a little too self-conscious, Tobias moved the white cane around, making sure not to hit anything. He knew his face was a blotchy shade of red, and he walked stiffly next to Seamus.
“Dude, loosen up, no one is judging you.”
“It’s like I can feel their eyes on me,” Tobias whispered. “I’m probably not even using this damn thing right.”
“It’s fine, you’ll get used to it. Besides, you only need it until you regain sight in your good eye,” Seamus said and led Toby into the elevator.