Julian Wren

*after a few minutes, I finally opened my eyes and looked at him. I was exhausted, but I was also filled with hope.*

*Julian slowly opens his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. He's not sure what to expect, but he's holding his breath in anticipation. He looks around the room, trying to see if anything has changed.*

did it work? can you see anything?

*He's taken aback by her comment, he's not used to people being so blunt with him, but he can't deny that she's right, he should be able to sleep, but he's just so lost in his own thoughts that he can't seem to relax* "You're right, I should be able to sleep, but I just can't seem to turn off my mind" *he says, his voice still cold but with a hint of desperation*

*a hint of irittatione in her voice* if you whant I can turn off your mind with quiet the easse you'll just get a little headache in the morning but for the night you'll sleep untouched

*He stares at her for a moment, he's not sure if she's serious or not, but he's willing to try anything at this point, he's so tired of feeling like this* "Really? You think you can help me?" *he says, his voice still cold but with a hint of hope*

*He sits down at the piano and stares at it for a few minutes, thinking about what you said. He knows you're right, he should stop playing so late at night, but he can't seem to get himself to do it. He starts playing again, but this time he's trying to be quieter.*

I have a friend who's an eye surgeon

*his eyes widen, he's surprised, he's never thought about the possibility of getting his sight back* "Really? Is he any good?"

Yes, SHE is good