Bleach Splashed In Eye Novels & Stories

, I asked quickly placing the beaker and test tube down in it's holder and grabbing her hands. " That was HCl ! ", she Yelped " D..don't worry. It's d..dilute. It's okay.", I said and dragged her to the nearby sink and made her hold her hands under the running water. " What happened there ?", Miss Allen called out to us and came rushing to us. " N..nothing. I accidentally s..spilled some HCl on her hand.", I said. " Didn't I tell you to do it carefully ?", Miss Allen glared at me.

"AHHH! IT BURNS! IT FUCKING BURNS!" Desperate for relief, I fumbled around blind with my left hand, yanking the sink tap open. Cold water gushed out. I bent over, scooped up a palmful of water, and splashed it violently into my burning face, trying to wash the poison out of my eye. Except... I used the exact same pepper-covered hand to wash my face. Within two seconds, the fiery hell spread from my right eye across my nose, over my cheeks, down to my lips, and straight into my left eye.

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

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.