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He smiled and returned back to what he was doing. I took a deep breath. I can do this. I started to chop. Well not that bad, I'm impressed. After a minute, I felt itching in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my hands. It started itching more. "Damien? Uh, why are my eyes itching?" He sighed, "That's because onion irritates your eyes. You should've known that Li... Just wash your eyes." Of course, I should've known. Moving towards the tap with my eyes half-closed and half-open, I turned the tap on. Taking water in my hands I splashed it in my eyes.

Trey helped me up first, Brandon got to his feet and seized the man who was standing behind Trey. "What are you doing? What are you trying to pick a fight with?" "No! No! Please I got cologne in my eye. I didn't see anyone." Brandon dragged him over to where I was now standing. "Apologize… Now!" "I'm sorry Miss. Please forgive me. I'm sorry." I stared into his eyes and noticed that they were very irritated. "You're fine. What I want you to do is go to the bathroom in the back and wash your eyes out, and if you have any contacts I'm afraid to tell you, but you need to remove those as well, or they will prolong the irritation and possibly injure your eyes permanently.

I nod nervously, closing my eyes. The sponge’s gentle touch caresses my face, moving across my cheeks and every contour. “My eyes hurt,” I cry. “There’s soap in my eyes.” Blind panic sets in, the distress intensifying as I struggle to escape the burning sensation. “Mom, it hurts,” I whimper, feeling her rinse my face with clean water. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” her voice trembles with fear. I hear the sound of the showerhead being turned on, then she brings it closer to my face.

The pungent smell of bleach greeted my nostrils as my eyes struggled to give way in the unfamiliar environment. I managed to drag my eyelids apart before the bright lights above travelled deep into my eyes and made me shut it immediately. My head was filled with a wheezing noise as if I had been near a washing machine all day. Whatever was going on, I couldn’t understand but I was also too tired to move any part of my body. It felt as if all my strength had been sapped and I had been beaten so much in the past few days.

“Well, Alpha, the good news is, there are no foreign objects. No corneal abrasion. Your remarkable healing… well, it’s already taken care of the worst.” Luca let out a frustrated grunt. “But the burning! The blurriness!” The doctor chuckled softly. “You have a very mild superficial redness on the cornea, Alpha. Consistent with a splash of warm water. Nothing serious at all. It will clear up completely by tomorrow. I’ll prescribe a basic antibacterial eye ointment, just to prevent any secondary irritation.” He picked up a small tube. “Apply this three times a day for the next two days.”

Leaning back against the headboard, I took a generous sip and smiled. "So what are we going to do?" "You can start with a bath," Stas replied, standing up. I paused, realizing there was a small problem. After thinking for a moment, I asked, "Do you happen to have saline solution at home, or maybe eye drops?" The man looked at me in surprise. "What for?" "I need to take my lenses out. Otherwise, there’s a risk I’ll lose them in the shower — and then instead of a date, you’ll get a disaster… plus a blind girl."

Every second that ticks by is another chance for someone to walk in, to see this nightmare. I stumble toward the kitchen, my legs unsteady, the pain in my head a constant drumbeat. The linoleum is cold under my bare feet, and I brace myself against the counter, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I need to clean this up little by little before they arrive, at least enough to buy time until he and his crew arrive. I yank open the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a bottle of bleach, a sponge, and a pair of rubber gloves. My hands tremble as I slip the gloves on, the rubber snapping against my wrists. The smell of bleach stings my nose as I pour it onto the sponge, the liquid sloshing ov

she said finally, her voice not more than a whisper, “I need you to stop your eyes from glowing. Please.” Shit! I picked up one of the silver plates, turning it over to catch my reflection. To my astonishment, my eyes were glowing. How was that possible? I shook my head in disbelief, scolding my inner wolf for this unexpected phenomenon. After a few calming breaths and some intentional blinking, I opened my eyes again, hoping to find them back to normal.

I felt her hand stroking my back comfortingly, and for the first time in a long time, I no longer felt pain or fatigue. "Now, pay attention.... don't drink the pills that are sent to you every morning anymore... those pills contain meconic acid and that's why your body is deteriorating, the poison was spreading to the other organs responsible for your body senses, the plant that the alpha brought with him from his trip, it's not true, if you want to regain your sight, go to the river on the other side of the forest, near the stream, immerse yourself in it three times and then rub your eyes with the mud at the bottom of the river, that place used to be fertile and had many blue lilies, althou

The sky blue eyes seemed to go under water so I just shut my eyes to clear it out but I wasn’t to open them again. All I could see was darkness. It felt cold and alone. A beeping sound started becoming louder and louder suddenly. Running in circles I tried to find it until it went away. Then suddenly, I heard it again and I would start running trying to find it. After the third time, I realized as I moved, the sound became quiet and went away so the fourth time, I just sat down and waited. It got louder and louder until it was deafening. Next came the smell, the smell of bleach. It was so overwhelming that my nose scrunched up in disgust.