Hannibal Eye Infection Novels & Stories

“The wound is nearly invisible.” I place the tissue inside a plastic bag securing it. “I'm done,” I mutter while taking out my gloves. I hand him a sterile gauze pad. “Hold this against your eye for a minute.” He doesn't move. I sigh. “You might feel some irritation once the anesthesia wears off. Avoid rubbing your eyes. I'll prescribe prednisolone eye drops to prevent inflammation and moxifloxacin to prevent an infection.” “How long till we find out?” He asks, his breathing shallow.

I barked impatiently. “I am telling you exactly what you want to hear. C’mon now, answer my question,” Hannah said. “I haven’t seen his right eye because his hair hides it, obviously,” I reluctantly answered. “Not obviously, he hides his eye with his hair because he doesn’t actually have a right eye,” Hannah said. What Hannah had just said had left me deep in my intrusive thoughts and I let them take over.

H*ll would freeze over before she went to see the OB-GYN specialist with him in tow. … In the ophthalmologist's room. The elderly ophthalmologist spread open Jeremy's left eye and shone a flashlight on it to do a thorough check-up. Corinne, who was standing at the side, asked, "How is it, doctor? Is his eye okay?" The elderly ophthalmologist put down the flashlight and said, "Don't worry. It's nothing serious. The internal bleeding is caused by an external impact. I'll prescribe an anti-inflammatory eye drop which he needs to use three times daily and the blood clot should go away after a few days.

[3rd Person's POV] Hunter finds it hard to believe Katalina. Deep inside him, he knew that something was wrong. "Look closely at my eyes," Katalina pointed to her right eye. Hunter stopped listening to what his intuition was saying. His forehead creased. And Katalina's right eye was observed. He inhaled softly when he saw that there was a small black dot on the putting part of Katalina's eye. "How did you acquire it, Amanda?" Hunter asked confused.

he asks, his voice muffled under his fingers, “Only a few hours, sir.” “Quinn?” I call out to her, and her head snaps up. Her baby blue eyes are now hazel, probably from some procedure or spell. Whatever it is, I can tell her body is rejecting it because her eyes are bloodshot. Suddenly, the smell in the cell makes sense. She’s got a severe infection in her eyes and probably other places, now that I’m looking at her. There are small incisions all around her face and the exposed skin I can see through her tattered clothing. It takes me a second to piece it together, but when I do, my stomach twists into a knot, and I’m almost sick on the floor.

The doctor looks terrified for a moment before he rushes to me. "Alpha!" He helps me to the small bed, and I lie there. Two more nurses come in. They clean my injuries, and as he examines my eye. He frowns. "It will be giving you problems this eye," he murmures. "Will it affect the other?" I growl. He withers, thinking it might, but he's scared to tell me. I react poorly to bad news. "Tell me, damn it!" I growl. "Yes, also, but I'll prepare a special herb for you. It will stabilize it, but the vision won't be as great as before," he says.

They had woken and gone to the bathroom while Jules had remained deeply asleep and had seen in the mirror that the swelling had gone down enough that, once the blood locking their lashes together had been washed away, they had been able to open it. The eye was red and inflamed, and the pupil dominated the iris, the surface milky with scarring. Harry could not see through it, and the pupil was unresponsive, fixed like a gaping hole. “It does not matter,” they told Jules. “It might still improve with time.”

All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating. Suddenly, the ventilator stopped, and the air purification machine beside me stopped, plunging my surroundings into silence. Without the ventilator's help, my breathing grew rapid, and my pain grew even more intense. With the air purification system shut down, the supposedly sterile room was now no different from any other location. The surgery to remove eyeballs was an extremely risky procedure, and without proper environmental conditions, an infection would be inevitable. A confused voice rang out from outside. "The power's out! What happened?"

Not to forget how he woke me up by sending repeated texts just so my phone would keep dinging. Now that man seems like a distant memory; replaced by this cold, unfeeling stranger. I blink away from the rearview mirror and stare into the darkness ahead of me, bracing myself for the words my mind wills me to say before looking at Hunter’s breathtaking features. Gone are the days when I badly wanted to run my fingers through his hair—when I wished to see what his right eye looked like. He'd told me the patch was due to the eye’s sensitivity and proneness to infections. He also mentioned how he’d battled several infections as a child by merely touching the eye or being exposed to sunlight.

Even System Eye who usually does not care to all of the humans life in this world except for his Host felt the urge to retch what was inside his nonexistent stomach Gabrielle walked to one of the heads He crouched down in one knee and lightly touches the head tp turn it to the side for him to take a better look When Gabrielle finally got to se a clearer look to the face that belonged to the head who was freshly ozzing out blood Gabrielle hurrkedly retracted the fingertips he had used to touch the head lightly sith disgust Pulling out a handkerchief skillfully from his pocket Systen Eye expressionlessly looked at the Host who took the initiative to touch the dirty and disgusting being on the