Manic Episode Pupils Novels & Stories

"It's... too regular. There's no variance. It's like a metronome." She looked at Cale’s eyes. She shone a penlight into them. Cale’s pupils constricted. But they didn't just shrink. They snapped shut, like a shutter. "Pupillary response is abnormal," Dr. Aris noted. "Delayed latency." She took his wrist to check his pulse manually. She touched the marks. The six white lines. "What are these?" Dr. Aris asked, tracing the scars. "Self-harm?" Cale pulled his hand away. He shook his head.

The flushed, heated redness of my neck. His eyes caught my bare thighs for a moment before dragging back up to my face. He was a doctor. He read symptoms for a living. And in three seconds, I saw the exact moment he realized I was physically worked up. His pupils dilated. "You are out of breath." He murmured. "Your pupils are blown. Your pulse is hammering so hard I can see it in your neck." He tilted his head, his gaze turning dark and entirely too observant. "I interrupted something."

As the words rang through the air, everyone's expressions shifted. Due to the psychotic break, the Sect Master's wife's episodes had become increasingly frequent in the last two months. The last time it happened was just yesterday. A few thousand pupils had been practicing at the square while she was on a walk when she lost it all of a sudden, rushing into the crowd. She had hurt about fifteen pupils as a result, and it was only because Zacho and the elders had rushed to help out in time that further injury had been prevented. It had barely been a day, and she was losing her mind again.

When his eyes met mine, I was shocked. His pupils were dilated to an unsettling extent, the surrounding brown iris nearly consumed by the black. A manic energy crackled in his eyes, and it hit me. He was high. High beyond articulation. Panic fluttered in my chest. Yet, I stifled it, swallowing down the rising tide of emotions. Now was not the time for confrontation. The turbulence inside him was clearly overpowering already. My gut told me that any reaction from my end could exacerbate things, perhaps irreparably.

Holding back tears, she choked out, "Ronan hit me. I'll never forgive him!" Doctor Kael sighed, "Actually, it's not entirely Young Master's fault. He had a relapse of an old ailment." "What illness could he have? Seems more like he's mentally ill, randomly attacking people," Lyra retorted, wincing in pain. Doctor Kael paused for a moment before continuing, "Specifically, it's called paranoid personality disorder. He gets extremely angry and violent during episodes, and he can't control himself." Lyra was astonished. Ronan, who seemed so perfect, had this kind of condition?