Carl Loses Eye Novels & Stories

Carl had showed up right away and stayed by the ICU all night until they finally brought me out. His eyes had been red and swollen as he held me and said, "Hailey, this must hurt so much, right?" I could hardly move, feeling like my whole body had been ripped to pieces. Even so, I had used what little strength I had to wipe away his tears. Carl had cried until his eyes were all puffy. "Never again, Hailey," he had said. "I swear I'll protect you. I won't let you go through this kind of pain again."

I wouldn't have to work for the Kings. It was her biggest, most fatal mistake. Caroline had warned her several times about taking the position, but she had never listened. Why did I not listen?! Her green eyes quickly filled with hot tears, and her frantic scrubbing finally slowed down. A loud, devastating sob escaped her mouth, and she felt as if her weak legs would give out at any second if her hand wasn't tightly gripping the slippery tiled wall. The freezing water was still running, effectively muffling the loud, pathetic sounds of her sobbing.

"And return everything to the way it was." Carl's laughter slowly died down. Then he looked me straight in the eye. "Why should I, Hau?”

Emily last beheld two crimson eyes that were locked onto her with an age-old longing as the wind screamed through the branches and the universe descended into turmoil. What had Marcus just unleashed?

Under extreme stress or the heavy scent of blood, his hands would spasm uncontrollably. Osbert had been there during that one disastrous surgery. He witnessed his hands tremble and cut a patient's carotid artery. After that, Carl retired and refused all offers to return. He had been a ghost in the medical world for years; no one knew if he had actually recovered. Carl held his hands up under the light. "Do I look like I have a problem, Osbert?" Carl's eyes shifted slightly. "I know you're concerned, but I need this win."

When his eyes switched from Adam retreating silhouette to mine he calmed down and his eyes turned back into the color we all know and love, but it still wasn’t the same. He turned and walked to his car without saying one word to me. ‘Shit’.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the restroom. No one had come to help me. I could only endure the pain radiating throughout my body. I forced myself to stand as I staggered back home. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw Carl using a pair of scissors to cut apart our family photo. He shredded the part with me into pieces. With vicious ferocity, he stabbed at my face in the picture. "Go die! Just die already! Only when you're dead can Ms. Short become my mommy!" he hissed.

Carl’s eyes land on me, and despite everything, he smirks, sending a shiver down my spine. “Should have known you’d pay them with sex to fix your situation,” Carl sneers. “Here I was thinking you guys had standards, but if you’re willing to fuck that, you clearly don’t, it's worse than a dog.” His words are venomous, dripping with contempt.

Carl stood by the window, arms crossed, his eyes watching the door with a tension that couldn’t be masked. MAIKA (softly, to Lysandra): “He’s coming, child. Just hold on.” LYSANDRA (weakly, teeth gritted): “I-I can’t… It hurts… The child… wants him—Caveen…” Carl stepped forward, worry flickering through his usually stern features. CARL: “This has happened before, but not like this. Her aura’s tearing at itself—she’s too fragile.” Maika nodded grimly. MAIKA:

He forced Carl to meet his eyes, "What are you smiling about?!" Carl's gaze grew cold, and he spat a bloody spit at Cara's face. Cara subconsciously blinked, but he heard Carl say a sentence in his ear, "I smiled because you, nameless pawn, are not worthy of being worked up for!" The next moment, Cara heard the two men holding Carl cry out in agony, "Ah!" When Cara instinctively opened his eyes, a handgun unexpectedly pressed his forehead. The cool feeling of the barrel made Cara's eyes immediately widen.