Bloodshot Eyes Sleep Deprivation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"See you..." Click! I terminated the connection, clamping my eyelids shut in a desperate bid for slumber. Yet, mere seconds later... my eyes snapped wide open once more. "Why on earth does my consciousness refuse to cease looping images of Mr. Jefri?!" I growled under my breath, thoroughly exasperated with my own psyche. I had proven entirely incapable of securing a single microsecond of sleep since two o'clock in the morning. At this exact juncture, my eyelids were undoubtedly swollen and compromised from the toxic combination of continuous weeping and severe sleep deprivation.

Your guilt will always make you come back for more. 'Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.' The voices faded away as I opened my eyes. I could feel a headache forming. I threw my blanket off me and got off the bed. I zombie-walked to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. My red eyes, dark circles, and sunken cheeks screamed sleep deprivation. I didn't remember the last time I had gotten a good night's sleep. It had been so long. Years, probably. My mind went to Katerina.

“Miss McKinnon, please take more rest. You need sleep to help regulate your hormonal system, you see, especially during pregnancy. I can see your eyebags from here! This isn’t going to be beneficial to your baby, alright?” Deirdre rubbed her cheeks. She could not see herself in the mirror, so she was surprised to hear that she had eyebags. Brendan waited until they were back in his car before asking under his breath, “You haven’t had enough sleep lately? Why?”

"I'll sleep later. Somebody has to coordinate with Garrett on defensive rotations." He was gone before I could object, his desire to defend others prioritizing over his own need for rest. I watched him go, the mate bond pulsing in sync with his determination and pain and stubborn refusal to heed limits. I tried to sleep in my cabin. Closed my eyes and hoped for unconsciousness. But every time I started to drift, I dreamed of Finn's death, of Derek's bones breaking, of tainted wolves with empty eyes tearing through our people. Finally, I gave up on sleep and just rested, letting my body recover what it could while my mind relived horrors.

"Madam, you're finally awake! You've been unconscious for an entire day!" Emerald could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her frown intensified, and she asked, "How could I have been unconscious for so long?" "The doctor said you've been sleep-deprived for a long time, and with the recent emotional strain, it caused you to cough up blood. “From now on, you need to get at least eight to ten hours of sleep each day, or your health will continue to decline," Filipe explained. Emerald's face darkened. She had been racing against time every day, trying to secure her position before Edward fully recovered. She also had to handle the southern land issue, and Brian and Delia were both causing her

"I’d spill it! I’d frolic with it!" "SUGGESTION 3: SLEEP," he added, his voice lowering to a near-whisper. "YOUR EYES SHOW FATIGUE. THIS IS... CONCERNING." "Sleep?" Amara stared at him. "On a Saturday? While the world is free?!" She stood, pacing again. "Sleep is for people who know who they are! I don’t even know if I’m Amara or Selene" She stopped before the mirror. "Look at me! I’m wearing silk pajamas at 9:23 AM! I’m unhinged!"

"Lumalaki at lalong nangingitim ang mga eye bag niya." "She's suffering from Insomnia." tipid na wika nito. Tumango ako. Siya naman ay isinara na ang libro at tumayo. Lumapit siya sa may counter saka naghalumbaba habang iginagala ang mata sa buong silid. "Even Marylou seems to be sleep deprived." puna nito kaya napasipat naman ako sa isa. Sakto naman ang paghikab niya at pagpunas sa gilid ng mata. "Should I close the shop early today?"

​Xavier’s POV ​The digital clock on my desk bled red numbers into the dark: 4:14 AM. ​I haven’t slept in seventy-two hours. My eyes felt like they had been rubbed with glass, and my skin was humming with a low-grade electrical current that only comes from sustained, high-level sleep deprivation. People call it insomnia. I call it a tactical advantage. ​In the dark, the world slows down enough for me to see the cracks in everyone else's armor. While the board of directors slept, I was cutting their throats. While the Bratva dreamt of blood, I was moving the chess pieces.

She looked a lot paler than she did when she went in and it was starting to scare the shit out of me. "What did the doctor say?" I asked her again. "Over-exertion and sleep deprivation along with shitty food is never a good combination." She said. I paused. I understood the over-exertion and the shitty food but where did the lack of sleep come from? The Aurora Keller I knew always made it a point to get eight hours of sleep. "Sleep deprivation?" I questioned. "I have a Chinese drama addiction. Sometimes I go overboard with it." She shrugged. I nodded, though I did not completely buy it.

"Ah, yes. But it's nothing of great concern, Osiris. You don't have to worry about it." "That's not true, Bella! You have to sleep well! People who can't sleep become super moody!" He argued. "Chill... Surely it will not be that bad." "Bella, we both know that you have a nasty temper. And trust me, when someone is so sleep-deprived, their expression alone could kill... Honestly it's a look I never want to see with your face. Absolutely not! So, spare me."