"You ready to go, Pidge?" Matt questioned as he opened the car door. Pidge gave a small shrug, her overly large sunglasses covering her eyes, half of her forehead, and the bags underneath her eyes from zero sleep. Matt sighed and glanced at her. "I know you're staring at me. And I've told you, don't call me Pidge." Matt rolled his eyes and patted her small shoulder. "Get in, no worries, I'll help." Pidge felt a shiver run through them. Her lips pressing into a thin line.

"I don't need help!" She exclaimed, pushing his hand off and stumbling back. "Hey! Stop, it's okay." Pidge shook her head frantically and shot her hand out. She winced as it hit the car side with a thud. Pain flashing in her hand, stinging as she flattened her palm out on the smooth metal. "Just get in. I can buckle up myself." Pidge grumbled, hand running over the car window.

"Almost there." She murmured, her arm dropping to the car handle swiftly. A small smile graced her lips and she gave out a soft chuckle.

Matt watched silently, feeling a twinge of pain as he watched. "Alright." He spoke, biting his tongue as he closed his mouth. He pressed up his glasses and quickly got in the drivers seat. Pidge finding her way into the back, gripping the seatbelt tightly.

The car engine whined, the car shuddering as it started up. The radio turned on, forgotten to be turned off the last time Matt had driven. Lyrics of Attention (Charlie Puth) blared making Matt screech. Pidge held the seatbelt buckle in her hands, not bothered by the loud volume. She listened to songs at this volume near constantly on her earbuds.

"Jesus Christ!"

"I thought you didn't believe Jesus." Pidge remarked, fumbling and bumping the buckle to try and buckle herself. With each click of the buckle metal hitting plastic made her angrier. Pressing harder and harder, she finally heard it click. Clutching her fists together and mentally giving a whoop of victory. Matt turned the volume of the radio down and pulled out the drive way at a slow pace.

He tried to catch his sister's eyes in the front mirror. Even through the black tint that covered them, he could tell her eyes weren't meeting his. The music continued to play, Matt occasionally trying to hit higher notes than he ever should for the dignity of himself. Attempting to make his sister smile and momentarily forget that he was dragging her to therapy.

"Whatever weird faces you're doing. . . I can't see them." Pidge reminded him, her voice hitting him like a freezing wave on a hot day. "Morbid much?" Matt joked weakly, stopping at a red light. "Just honest." Pidge replied as they shifted to the window. Their fingers moving up and down to find the button in which they could use to roll down the window. The window came down and let cool wind hit Pidge's face. Fluffing up her hair and chilling her nose. Cheeks turning red as they slowly put their head out the window.

"Roll up the window, you'll catch a cold." Matt said as he turned left to the buildings' parking lot. "That wasn't your concern when you insisted we dance in the rain three months ago." Matt huffed. "That was different, we're here anyway."

"You mean I was sick before. And I don't see why I have to go!" Pidge spat as she opened the door slowly. Pushing it open to where it snapped back and then started to close again before she could unbuckle herself.

Matt, who was out of the car by now, caught the door handle. Pulling it to him as Pidge unbuckled herself hastily.

Matt grabbed her hand and helped her out. Ignoring the feeling of Pidge's saddened anger. "I can do things myself!" They exclaimed, walking off before Matt could stop her. "Katie!" Matt shouted as he slammed the door closed and Pidge tripped over the sidewalk.

"Ow." Came a pitiful whimper as her bare knees scrapped against concrete. Skin shredding and pieces of dead skin gathering in clusters. Not that Pidge could see it of course.

Her hands hit the pavement and she nearly slammed her face down. Her arms trembled as tears stung her eyes. Pidge cursed softly as Matt ran over. His converse hitting the parking lot black top loudly. Slapping the ground as he flipped Pidge over. "Are you okay? You're knees are all banged up and your hands are scrapped. Oh gosh." He rambled as he lifted one of Pidge's knees to his thigh as he knelt down. Pidge squirmed, "I'm fine." She mumbled to him, feeling a few tears escape her eyes and fall down her face. The tears hot and was instantly wiped away from Matt. "We need to get you one of those sticks soon. Or maybe train Bae-Bae–" Pidge interrupted him.

"Just stop. I'm okay, I just fell. You fell on your way out the door this morning." Matt scowled  and was quick to reply without a thought.

"Yeah but I can still see!"

Pidge went quiet and Matt's eyes widened. "Pidge I'm–" Pidge took it upon herself to get up. Ignoring the blood starting to trickle down her calves. "No. You're not. And I've told you, don't call me Pidge!" Pidge turned around, facing the buildings large windows. "Come on, drop me off and get over it. Clearly you'll be okay to leave a blind girl." Her voice came out softer than intended but anger seeped through her speech. Her voice cold as wind blew her hair to the left. "Alright." Matt sighed, making a mental not to give her a large apology after the therapy group.

Pidge and Matt walked up and inside the building silently. Pidge walking to the left with their hand outstretched, making sure she wasn't about to bump into anything else as she attempted to distance herself from her brother. She couldn't lie, what he said hurt. Hurt a lot actually, despite her reminding him at least once a day. Hearing him say it out loud felt like trying to drill a nail into your spine. "Kaitlyn Holt." She heard Matt speak to the desk clerk. Her hand touching a wooden arm rest. Putting her other hand to the arm rest adjacent to it, she made sure she could sit steadily.

The cushion was cold, seemingly hard as stone as she sat down. "She's in good hands, I'm sure she'll fit right in. The group members are all very accepting!" A perky woman answered Matt. "Are you sure?" Matt questioned, trying to keep his nervousness at bay.

The woman giggled, "Positive. Coran is welcoming of anyone and so are those patients! She'll be fine, I'll bring her in and then we can discuss times to pick her up and days she'll have to miss school, along with any doctor notes needed." Math nodded to her and glanced at Pidge. "See ya, Pidge." He walked over and ruffled her hair. "Bye." Pidge stated, listening as the small bell triggered by the door chimed. Matt has left.

"Alright Kaitlyn, grab my arm and we'll head to Coran's office."

Pidge nodded and reached out. A warm arm placing itself under her small hand. "Call me Katie." The woman smiled warmly at her. "You can call me Juniper. I could have sworn your brother called you Pidge as he left." She remarked.

Pidge shrugged. "Brother-sister nickname thing. Never call me Pidge." Juniper paused but nodded. "Okie-dokie." She replied as she started walking. Her heels clicking against the tile floors. Twists and turns so complex Pidge hadn't bothered to try and memorize it yet. The whole journey was like a maze. Her head spun just trying to recall the last turn they made. A second door was opened and Juniper walked in a carpeted area. Pidge still lead by her arm, the 15 year old anxiously waiting at her side as they came to a stop.

"Attention everyone." Came a male's voice. Pidge thought he had a rather strange British accent. It almost sounded Australian? She couldn't decide. "This is Kaitlyn Holt. She'll be joining us. Everyone say hello to Kaitlyn."

"Hello Kaitlyn." A series of voices said.

"Wow. Totally didn't sound like an AA meeting." Pidge said as Juniper lead her to a chair. "Again, welcome to group. My name is Coran, I run this group. Do you have any names you prefer to go by?" Pidge nodded, "Katie. Just, please, don't call me Pidge."

"Pidge it is then!" Coran boomed, jogging to a white board in front of the room. Pidge sighed, great. She thought as she folded her arms to her chest. Why was it all so quiet?

"Hi Pidge, I'm Lance!"

Pidge grimaced at the loud voice next to her. "Hello."

"Well group, time for rules and discussion. Share whatever you are comfortable with!"