My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

the doctor warned. " What's wrong with her eyes?” My mom asked. “It seems that the impact to her face caused a severe trauma to her optic nerves, leading to temporary blindness. It appears there is significant pressure or injury around the eye area, which resulted in the redness you see—this could be due to broken blood vessels or internal bleeding." He said and I turned to look at Lilly's red eyes. “The redness could subside in due time, but the blindness may take some time to recover from—"

nothing. Just white haze and blurred shadows. “Can you follow my hand?” he asked. I blinked hard. The tears came before I could stop them. “I can’t… I can’t see anything. It’s all just… white.” He exhaled. “We suspected this might happen from all the traumatic damage and blood loss. Your eye sight may improve over time, but your eyes endured extensive trauma. We’ll going to continue to monitor you very closely.” Lily wiped my tears with a tissue and placed tinted recovery glasses over my damaged eyes. “These will help, sweetheart.”

When Victor opens his eyes, there are spots in his vision. He blinks, trying to get them to clear, but then groans with the effort. God, does it seriously hurt to blink? But then he realizes that it’s not the blinking that’s causing the pain – that the pain was there already. It comes, sharply, with every breath, with every beat of his heart, which he can feel pounding in his head and his chest and his veins. Victor groans again, turning his head to the side, pressing his eyes closed – doing anything he can to fight against the pain – anything he can to lessen it, ignore it, move on from it –

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?"

Her talent was extraordinary; the world needed to see it. "It's a mild condition," the healer emphasized. "It will cause some dry eyes, occasional dizziness, and nausea in certain lighting conditions, but it won't significantly impact her daily life or her ability to create art." The tension in my shoulders eased slightly. "What caused it?" "Several factors could contribute—mental pressure, nervous exhaustion, eye strain." He hesitated. "Miss Silverstone appears to have experienced all of these in extreme degrees." A thought occurred to me. "Could excessive crying cause such damage?"

A searing, hot pain exploded in my left eye before the world on my left side went completely dark. My left eye… had been blinded by the venom. A shocked uproar erupted across the square. Every pair of eyes turned toward Maverick, who stared blankly at the vision as if his soul had been ripped from his body.

ZENEVIEVA Why can't I open my eyes? I blinked and I felt pains, gosh!! All my body felt intense pains as If i was carrying a stone and a little sigh escaped my lips. My sight was blurry and my throat was scarred with dryness and pains. I tried swallowing my saliva to moist my throat but It iched me instead and I groaned in discomfort. A sharp gasp escaped from someone's lips and I wondered who it was. I couldn't see clearly and I stretched my hands and asked for water.

One single, quick blow right at his Adam's apple. It’s all a whir of mere seconds, as though I’m in slow motion and the world is speeding around me. My vision blurry with tears and my left eye is burning so bad it’s streaming. All I can see as I try to acclimatise is the fluid form of a trained fighter, a silent deadly movement and intimidating presence.

My left eye had crusted shut overnight; forcing it open sent fresh tears streaming. Another knock. Harder. More insistent. "He can't see me like this," I whispered to the empty room. Yes. I was still worried about Mateo. Could not yet place my fingers on what I really felt for him. Could it be the way he made me feel perfect? Or his fatherly charm? I don't think his money had any effect on me–alright. Not so much. I stumbled to the bathroom. Mirror still merciless. Purple had deepened to near-black around the socket. The whites of my eye were bloodshot. Lip scabbed and swollen. I tried to cover it with hair-long waves falling over the left side-but every movement pulled at the bruises.

They seem so far away. After a while of mental debating, I reluctantly crawl out of bed and draw the curtains letting in the sunlight. The bright rays shine directly into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I can feel a burning sensation at the back of my eyes. I blink a few times for my eyes to adjust to the harsh light. "God damnit!" I mutter slowly backing away from the window. "Fuck!"