How Did Daredevil Become Blind Novels & Stories

She had never been that afraid before; though she understood that Dylan deserved it he was her mate and she had to recognize the efforts he was making to change. Alpha Trent laughed hysterically;" How dare you ask me that question? This bastard poisoned me, made me go blind" "Serena, do you know how I felt when I couldn't see Eva or anyone I loved? Do you understand how it feels to lose your vision without knowing the real cause?!" Alpha Trent hollered and she flinched. "I almost slept to death, then felt dizzy and went blind, I was on the verge of death all because of him!" Alpha Trent yelled, using his Alpha male's voice.

To my despair, Mom refused to even glance at them. She tossed them on the floor and snapped at me, "I’m too busy to deal with your nonsense!" My condition worsened over time until I eventually went blind because of a nerve condition. I had become bedridden by that point and was tortured by grueling pain every day. Dr. Videu could no longer bear it and went to Mom. "Mrs. Barlowe, Willow is not going to make it at this rate, so please help her."

One of them noticed me. “You.” It was a stern-looking man with dark skin and the kind of build that suggested he could beat most people in a fight. Most people. Not me. There was a huge scar running from the top of his forehead down to his eye. That eye was a cloudy grayish-blue, indicating he was probably blind on that side. The other Alphas stopped. I spotted Damon among them. His face was still busted from our last encounter, making me smirk. He looked breathless as he lowered the tire and glared at me.

Elion murmured, dabbing antiseptic on a particularly deep scratch near Cale’s jugular. "It stings," Cale hissed, flinching away. "I know. Iodine isn't a spa treatment. But unless you want an infection to go with your fracture, sit still." Cale gripped the sheets. He looked pale, his eyes sunken. The "blindness"—the loss of his Sight—was taking a toll deeper than the physical injuries. He looked like a man trying to navigate a room full of knives in the dark. "It's cold," Cale said suddenly.

Darius had thought the same. Unfortunately, he was wrong. After losing his eye, he became completely disabled and could no longer serve as the pack's Alpha. He left the infirmary in the morning, and by that afternoon, Raven had already left with Cole. Before she left, she cleaned out everything in the house. At the time, Darius's eye hadn't fully healed yet. Word was that, to save money for Cole's sake, Darius had left the infirmary in a hurry before his wound had even healed.

If I would have even survived. The one thing that wasn’t able to heal completely were my eyes. With the chemically enhanced flames, the intense heat nearly melted my eyes along with skin. I’d healed but my eyesight had never been the same. They got tired very easily and I couldn’t see far. Even from where I was standing, without my glasses, Damian looked like a blurry figure. Up close was better but it put a strain on my eyes that was almost like when you would work out too much and regretted it the next day.

She dropped the pipe and slumped next to him, looking dazed. Someone screamed, and sirens wailed. Sylvia was arrested for assault with intent to kill. Jameson survived, but the blow had damaged his optic nerve. He was permanently blind. Fate, it seemed, had brought everything full circle. After all that, he was blind again. It was just like when Camille first found him—he was alone and with nothing. The Hart family could not accept a blind heir, so his father soon began choosing a new successor from the extended family and among professional executives.

After a long process of constantly pursuing him, he finally agreed to be with me. Two years ago, Sean's lab exploded. The lab had gone up in flames. I was worried about Sean, so I rushed to where he was. I managed to push him out of his lab a split second before his lab was destroyed. However, my eyes were affected by the poisonous gas, and I could no longer see. Sean hugged me as he cried. He swore that he would heal my eyesight. He took me everywhere to seek treatment, but no doctors could heal me. He even opened a medical company for me, but it was futile.

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

“Yes, but — it’s dark. Why is it so dark? Turn the lights on—” “The lights are on, Dante.” He sat up. Reached out. Found the edge of the bed. “Something’s wrong with my eyes. Something’s wrong — I can’t—” “Dante.” The nurse’s voice was careful and even. “The prisoner you fought with last night — he injected you. The substance he used causes permanent optical nerve damage.” A pause. “You are blind. It is not temporary.” The scream that came out of him filled the prison ward and beyond it — raw and shapeless and nothing like the voice of a man who had once stood at the head of boardroom tables and spoken with absolute authority.