Manic Episode Pupils Novels & Stories

Heat pulsed through his chest, the urge to tear every one of them limb from limb, raced through his mind. Instead, he simply exhaled. He let the coinery slide from his fingers into theirs, watching their triumphant smirks that fit their childish looks. Amidst the chatter, a tall lanky boy stepped forward. Slowly. Each step heavy with warning. His eyes were wild and unfocused, like he had been drinking. His pupils had blown wide, swallowing most of the iris until only a thin ring of gray color remained. Heavy, purplish bags sagged beneath his lower lids, prominent against the sharp angles of his otherwise lean face.

But his youth was completely overshadowed by the sheer, horrific intensity of his infection. Through Marcus’s Diamond Focus, the boy was entirely engulfed in the Red Rust. Jagged, violent spikes of toxic crimson mana tore through his nervous system, visibly boiling beneath his skin. The boy’s eyes were completely black, his fingernails digging into his own palms until they bled. He was completely lost to the madness. "Please," the boy choked out, his voice a distorted, guttural rasp that sounded more like a Savage Man than a human being. "Make it stop. Make it quiet!"

As it was getting closer, it raised a vicious limb to stab at the top of Nicole's head. As this happened, Jared's pupils contracted, mist rising, as if there was some kind of breathtaking light flashing in his eyes. He slowly got to his feet, as if he were going to lunge out in the next second.

My voice came out tiny, almost childlike. “The years of intense drug intake and those injections… without proper intervention. These are the side effects. Confusion, agitation, paranoia, distorted perception… medically, we call it hallucinations. His brain is struggling. The damage from the old medication mixed with the sudden loss of sight — it’s triggering severe episodes like this.” My lips parted, then closed. I swallowed hard, throat aching from more than just his grip. “How long will this continue?” I asked, voice trembling.

Matthias was beyond ashamed. He could not believe that he never saw this coming. Mara had been depressed for years but she never showed any abnormal signs that might hint at thoughts of suicide. Matthias placed a hand over her forehead and used his thumb to gently lift her right eyelid. As expected, her pupil was dilated and did not react to the candlelight around the bed, and as he feared, the color of her eye, though faded, was still giving off that same unsettling shade of yellow.

Alisa's voice snapped into professional mode. "Check his pupils. Are they pinpoint or blown? Any seizure activity? Vomit? Convulsions?" Andrei leaned in, gently lifting one of Malakai's eyelids. "His pupils are normal, maybe a little sluggish. No seizure. No vomit yet. He's conscious but out of it. He was slurring earlier, now he's just groaning."

“Unresponsive pupils can be an early sign of Wolf’s Fury.” Eric flinched at the brightness, but his pupils contracted normally in response to the light. Upon seeing that, a bit of tension bled out of my shoulders. “Well, that’s a good sign at least,” I said, clearing my throat. “But I want you to put this ointment on it three times a day and keep an eye out for any symptoms. If you start to feel weird—even the tiniest bit off—come to me.” The faintest hint of a smile played at the corners of Eric’s lips as I pressed the bottle of antibiotic ointment into his hand. “Yes, Doctor.”

I huffed and looked at the phone. Wait a minute I glanced at Liam. “This is a medical report on the editor?” “Yup, I was able to get my hands on it.” He replied, smirking. I nodded and went through it. The patient was brought in by family after showcasing several manic episodes of intense fear, cause of which is unknown, scans and MRI all show no sign of any abnormalities in the brain. “There's nothing here…” I said. “Exactly, which led me down a rabbit hole. Apparently, there are about 10 people who have displayed the same symptoms and the one thing they have in common is…”

He raised his left eyebrow and tilted his head. Doctor Nekoba took a step forward and stared into his eyes. Her eyes glowed yellow slightly, but it died out quickly. Then she took his outstretched hand and felt his pulse, her hand that touched his wrist glowed with a faint yellow light. A minute observation later, the light faded as she let go of his hand, and she stepped back to cross her hands. “Unusual dilation of the pupil. Irregular heart beat. No.” Claude sighed and leaned on the edge of the bed. “Why are you keen on keeping me here? I have something I have to do and you’re in my way.”

I couldn't describe the agitation that was slowly and painfully invading my body. I didn't know what came into me when I slowly looked up at him. And regretted it immediately I shockingly yet terrifyingly gasped loudly, when I saw his eyes flickering. His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes.