My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

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.

It was blurry because of the tears in my eyes but I squeezed my eyes dry and looked clearly. . . . .......

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!"

My eyelashes fluttered repeatedly until my eyes opened. Almost immediately, they felt a throbbing pain which caused them to close shut. After a minute, I decided to try again. I slowly opened my eyes, giving them time to adjust to the insanely bright light that poked at them. The vast whiteness started to slowly clear up as I continued to blink. One muscle at a time, I started to regain control over my body. By the time I had gone around all six hundred of them, they simultaneously ached in the most painful way I had ever felt.

he said as he got out his tools and came to examine my eyes. "Your eyes seem okay, and you seem to be improving faster," the doctor observed. "Thank you, Doctor," my grey eyes beamed with intensity. "Are you experiencing any difficulties?" the doctor asked. "Ehm, just that my vision gets blurry with the glasses on... Yes, like I feel I'm going blind from the glasses," I added. "Oh, sorry about that," the doctor stated. "I think I will prescribe you new glasses to help with that. And please stay off them as often as possible, so it wouldn't damage your already-made progress."

Now those recommendations would be refined further. As we approached the car, Natalie eyed the white Bentley with interest. "Let me drive." "No," I replied, opening the passenger door for her. She didn't move. "Something's wrong. What did the healer say about me?" Her perception was sharper than I'd given her credit for. I met her gaze directly. "You have night blindness and dry eye syndrome." I paused, deciding how much to reveal. "And mild optic nerve damage." Confusion flashed across her face. "Optic nerve damage? What does that mean?"

I grab my purse and put my sunglasses on, although I was wearing the headscarf I still need to wipe out every possibility of being seen in his place right after today's stunt. I walked inside the building and made my way to his elevator. I removed my scarf the moment I enter the door and brushed my hair. I looked at the mirror and my eyes were looking much worse than before. The patch surrounding my eyes looked reddish but not so much, the eyes were swollen and I was having trouble blinking. God what did I do to myself, is this how people are supposed to look when they cry. Yikes, crying makes you ugly. I close my eyes and massage them in light circular motions then anticlockwise, reliving t