I dropped to my knees. I didn't know what to do. I sat there and stared at the ground. Or at least I thought I did. I guess I just looked in that general direction. Everything was so much louder; so much colder. I could feel the concrete grooves shredding the fresh layers of skin off of the tips of my fingers. It felt like a burn. Like I had been holding open the flame of a BIC lighter for too long or something. Once you lose eyesight you lose the other four senses for a little while as well. So when you realize that your eyes have just been taken away from you by your best friend, you don't get you to hear yourself scream.