Blind Spot Peripheral Vision Novels & Stories

The bandages came off at eight in the morning. Dr. Anand held a light in front of my right eye. I saw it. Then she moved her hand across my field of vision. I saw that too. The outline was blurred around the edges, but it was there. Real. Daniel cried. I sat very still and let it settle. Partial vision. Right eye. More than the conservative estimate. Dr. Anand walked me through what that meant. Light sensitivity. Limited range. No fine detail yet. An adjustment period of several weeks at minimum.

The garden outside the window was dark and the security light above the passage made a small illuminated circle on the path below. "I should have seen it," he said. "No," I said. He looked at me. "You couldn't have," I said. "He has been doing this for years. Years of being your brother in the way you knew him while also being something else entirely in a space you had no reason to look into." I held his gaze. "You didn't miss it because you were inattentive. You missed it because he was careful and because you loved him and those two things together make a very effective blind spot."

During that time Rain held my head up with one hand while the other was on my shoulder. "What happened?" He asked worriedly when I calmed down. "Nothing" I pushed him away and stepped down and went to check on Eliane, thankfully she was still sleeping. "That didn't look like nothing" I bit my tongue to stop a nasty reply, he sounded genuinely worried. "It is nothing, it's called Ocular Migraine, I occasionally have static or flickering blind spots in my vision, It's related to my migraine." "If it happens occasionally, why were you panicking?"

He sent me a location almost immediately. I grabbed my bag and headed out. However, the moment I arrived, something felt off. After a few sips of coffee, my vision started to blur. By the time I came back to my senses, I was lying on an operating table. Voices floated around me. "I only want her to be temporarily blind. You're sure her vision will recover afterward?" "Don't worry. This technique is very mature. It'll only take an hour." My body felt weak, my vision hazy.

My vision goes blurry, the only thing I can suddenly hear is my own heart beat. I try to speak, to tell them it isn’t mine, at least not a lot of it. But nothing comes out. Nothing…then darkness.

"You may have noticed his confusion and disorientation. We believe he’s experiencing psychological shock, and there's an additional, more unusual issue—psychological blindness, or hysterical blindness." "Blindness? Does that mean he can’t see at all?" Camilla asked, her brow furrowing. Dr. Dupont nodded. "Yes, he reports that he can’t see. However, there is no physical damage to his eyes or optic nerves. All our tests indicate that his vision should be intact. This blindness is psychological; his mind is reacting to the trauma of the accident. It happens when the brain shuts down certain functions as a protective response to emotional shock." Brendan looked alarmed. "Is this permanent? Will

He could even hear the slight noises made by the airflow around him. It was as if he had a 360-degree field of vision. However, his field of vision was limited. He could only see within 32 feet of himself. Everything he sensed beyond that was blurry. Within those 32 feet, Sean could see how everything within his field of vision moved. More accurately, everything he perceived was in slow motion. He did not understand what had happened to his body. But at that moment, he was completely immersed in that strange state. A faint white light flowed on the surface of his body. He slowly took a step forward in mid-air.

But it's so difficult and I begin to wane in energy and focus, my knees trembling and eyes going blurry. Shit, its scream is depleting my energy. I can't influence my body to move and bring me away from this danger. Ugh, I can't seem to hear anything else. Through my blurry vision, I can somehow make out the dark rumbling swarm coming towards me, and I can sense death. Its cry has caught quite a few unfortunate humans.

Lydia asked, rising so fast Hayes startled. Jessica placed the films on the illuminated panel and exhaled once. “This is not standard vertigo.” The room went still. Noah looked at the images with a detached expression that was somehow worse than panic. Jessica pointed to the highlighted area near the brainstem and vestibular pathways. “There’s a lesion pressing near the balance-control region. Inflammation around it explains the dizziness, double vision, delayed response, blackouts.” Lydia shook her head as if refusal could alter anatomy. “No.”

A lot. My vision started to blur as I experienced more pain in my side. I looked down at it again, but there was still nothing there. Not a scratch ripped through my filthy pajamas from the other night. The pain became all too much and I felt my vision blurring, barely registering the cold tile on my face before I lost consciousness. -