In the ophthalmology clinic of Sacred Heart Hospital, Helen Vance pinned the fundus photographs to the light box, her finger tracing the delicate path of the optic nerve.
"The recovery is faster than anticipated. Look here." She pointed to a subtle discoloration on the image. "A damaged nerve fiber can never fully revert. You can see now only because the surrounding cells are compensating. Think of it like a cable. Some wires have snapped, but the remaining ones still carry the current. But if the load becomes too heavy, the rest will break."
She flicked off the light box and turned to Dominic. "What is your corrected vision now?"
"Point eight," he said.
"And the left?"
"Point six."
Helen nodded, scribbling notes. "And in low light?"
Before Dominic could respond, Avery spoke for him
