Blindness Novels & Stories

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that last word...talk.” I hear Rick turn away from me and wall. “Nicolette has non-permanent blindness, don’t cheer yet...I was saying it’s temporary, and the percentages of her regaining her sight are only forty-five per cent. It will all depend on her. She can see the light pointed very close to her face, but only a minimal amount...I can’t tell you anymore for now.” I listened to the whole speech in silence...Does everything depend on me? Will I be able to see the face of the man I love again? Will I be able to see my children again?

I am truly ready to curse him harder than thunder and he will wish he were deaf as an old log in autumn not to hear them. However, as I turn my face to look at Alfred, everything is dark. I blink a few times to make sure it is nothing more than a general blackout, but that is not the case. It is real that my vision no longer contemplates anything. Immediately, a despair rises in my heart and I feel like screaming in suffocation at having my eyes blinded. "Alfred, I can't see anything. Alfred help me, please, I've gone blind!"

Clayton, now twenty-six years old opened his eyes but immediately shut them after being blinded by an intense lighting shone above him. He moved his head to the side to try eliminating the illumination. He tried raising his one arm to shield his eyes but felt it heavy and immobile now.

Struggling to control her emotions, she asked, "Doctor, is there any treatment to promote the recovery of his eyes?" Dr. Jason shook his head. "In Mr. Calvin's case, recovery is mostly natural; treatment won't have much effect. Clinically, there hasn't been a case of permanent blindness from such an injury." He was making it all up! Her husband had perfect eyesight and could easily see her worried expression from the corner of his eye. She was the one who needed her eyes checked for not realizing he was pretending.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He left without waiting for a reply. A few minutes later, Zameera stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Where’s Papa now?” “He’s still inside the room, baby. I think he’s still getting his medicine.” “Why was he bleeding so much?” Her little voice trembled with curiosity and fear. I forced a soft smile, brushing her hair back. “Sometimes… when blind people’s eyes try really hard to work again, they bleed a little. It’s like they’re fighting to see. The doctors are helping that fight.”

When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!" He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly. His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him. Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg. He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly." The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight. "Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

She had come only because of one thing, which was… She looked at the specialist and said solemnly, "I already did a follow-up somewhere else. Everything looks fine, so there's no need for you to check me again." The specialist was taken aback and hesitated. "Then why did you come here today?" "I want to ask for a consultation. If the nerves in the brain are damaged and there is a blood clot pressing on the optic nerve so that it leads to blindness, is blindness an absolute certainty?" Maria watched him closely and seriously.