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Brie Hot, bright, unforgiving sunlight burns through my eyelids. My body feels… shattered–and itchy. Incredibly itchy and dry and… I open my eyes just enough to feel the grit of sand before I close them again, my stomach rolling and twisting. I cough once–a painful experience that has me moving quickly from lying flat on my belly to my knees where I choke and gag, spilling an exceedingly large amount of water from my lungs. My throat burns like fire. My teeth ache. My lips burn from several splits now packed with… sand.

I dropped the knife in my hands and dabbed at my eyes with the edge of the apron, squinting and blinking rapidly to reduce the burning sensation in my eyes. "Are you okay?" Adrian asked, concern lacing his tone. "No. I am not okay." I whined as the burning sensation in my eyes did not seem to be receding. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "My eyes are burning. They sting!" I whined, blinking my eyes rapidly again. "That's normal while cutting onions." he said. "I saw that in a documentary once. What do I do about my eyes? They're hurting seriously." "Just calm down. It will stop stinging you after a while. Don't rub on your eyes too much, or they'll bruise." Adrian said, wrapping his fingers a

Its weird I know but then again nothing else about me is normal. I pull my case with only one eye open since when I rubbed the other one, I think I ripped open my cornea. I also pull down my eye drops from the medicine cabinet then carefully pull my eye open. It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it.

Mitchell was concerned with his situation. He had struggled to get the door where he wanted it because his chest hurt with every move he made. His vision was limited to a small area with his right eye. His left eye was swollen completely shut. His back ached and his ass hurt. Running his hands over his backside, he discovered a piece of metal embedded in his upper leg, near his butt. He briefly attempted to remove it, but the pain that created was more than he cared to endure.

Iris' POV "Why are you here?" Gustav growled. My body was beginning to itch all over from the sticky sweat my body was producing. Monica was right. I was going crazy on the mesh. Some of the sweat trickling down my forehead found their way into my eyes, stinging the balls like pepper stray. Kitana howled in sympathy for me, resting her head on her forelimbs, curled up in her compartment.

Still, I won’t want to look like a drenched dog to their faces. “Snap out of it, Elena!” I blinked my eyes rapidly as the blurriness came once again, leaving me helpless than to grab the wall for support. My throat was already starting to get itchy so bad that I scraped my neck with much enthusiasm, hoping I’d be relieved, but instead, it only worsened. Or perhaps, is this what the pack elders call ‘Heat’? Is it always this intense?

Mara locked eyes with him for a quick second before lowering her gaze as if in shame. Matthias flinched as he released her arm, staring in shock at her eyes. While her left eye seemed to maintain its normal brownish hue, the other was now giving off an unnatural shade of yellow, almost as though it was glowing faintly. It looked to Matthias like an unsightly infection, but it was nothing he had never seen before. "It's back again," he uttered in concern. "It's been twelve years now, I should have seen it coming. How long has it been like this?"

I can feel my left eye swelling up already. Please, Jarek. You need to find me…

Sandy arched a brow. "No.... I don't think so." She replied. "I just immediately start to sneeze and cough and my eyes water." "Does the skin under your eyes appear swollen and bruised when that happens?" "Yes." She nodded. "I used a concealer to hide the bruises." "Well, it's not simply cold but hay fever." Sandy said. "It's not contagious, so you don't have to worry about infecting your schoolmates with it but you won't be able to return to class so I suggest you go home and rest."

"You need to wake up~." "MOM!" I hold her arms and push them with as much force as possible to get her grip away from me, which is quite a lot. She keeps looking at the window behind me and the door a few feet from my bed. "If they see you-" she slapped my hand away from my eyes. "Don't rub it! Your eyes will get infected!" "Mom, I'm just getting the eye gunk off-"