My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

The left eye is covered with a white mass. “Are you in pain?” I ask, taking a penlight. “Follow the movement of the light.” He remains quiet. “You need to tell me if you're in pain,” I add, my voice clipped. “What kind of pain?” He asks, his voice laced with a vulnerability I haven’t heard. “Any.” “I get migraines and when my vision gets blurry a sharp pain waltzes through my skull.” I let out a breath. “Okay.” “What kind of painkillers do you use?”

They were shipped in from overseas at a ridiculous cost. “I have never missed taking them. Damn it, Rukov—if I don’t take them, how the fuck am I supposed to see?” I snapped. “I think right now the drugs aren’t doing their job anymore. It’s more like an after-effect. Last night I went totally blind for a few minutes. Earlier this morning I had a bad blur in my left eye that lasted almost an hour.” “Do you think we should head to the hospital? They might be able to check if something’s wrong,” Rukov suggested.

She looked at me intensely without batting her eyes. “Hey! Blink your eyes. Otherwise, your eyes will be dry and sore. I don’t want to take care of you if you get sore eyes later.” Kanya lazily turned her gaze forward. “If I hurt my eyes, the sign is I can’t see anything weird anymore.” “You won’t be able to write later. Don’t underestimate sore eyes because it feels very uncomfortable when your vision is disturbed. So, just follow my words.” “Yeah, yeah,” She lazily replied.

"That's normal during the treatment period. There's no need to worry as long as it's not that frequent or severely impacts your sight. Any pain in your eyes?" "Not all the time. It's only in certain situations, like when it's windy or after coming into contact with cold water," Fiona replied. Clement advised, "Your eyes have been suffering from chronic issues for a long time. It's already quite good for your vision to recover to this extent. As I always say, you have to take care of them. Avoid strong emotions, and don't cry… "I'll adjust the dosage of several herbs in the prescription this time. The usage remains the same. One dose for internal use and one for external application."

It’s like burning, I can’t take it anymore. Through my lashes, and frightened me. I’m trying to keep my eye closed so I don’t get anything in it. It has blood in it. However, it was too late. Moreover, despite the fact that I first tried to dry my eye with my hand, then with the sleeve of my crocheted cardigan. When it got in, the cardigan started to burn. My eyeball came into contact with something.

Just that. For some reason, my eyes burned.

It took a while for her to fan the eyelids that were feeling a little sore. "Oh my, how is this? Are you feeling really sore?" Sherlynn asked again. Her face looked both worried and guilty. "No, I'm fine," Arleena replied quickly. Not wanting to prolong Sherlynn's troubles. "It's not your fault. I was just really unfocused and suddenly moved my head." "You try opening your eyes slowly," Sherlynn instructed slowly. Following Sherlynn's words, even though it was still painful, Arleena forced her eyes open. While blinking slowly, Arleena tried to neutralize the pain in her right eye.

He smiled and returned back to what he was doing. I took a deep breath. I can do this. I started to chop. Well not that bad, I'm impressed. After a minute, I felt itching in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my hands. It started itching more. "Damien? Uh, why are my eyes itching?" He sighed, "That's because onion irritates your eyes. You should've known that Li... Just wash your eyes." Of course, I should've known. Moving towards the tap with my eyes half-closed and half-open, I turned the tap on. Taking water in my hands I splashed it in my eyes.

he said. Blanke turned around, putting his back to me, and walked away. Amon was already back, and I hadn’t rested since this morning. What if he found me breaking his order? “Fine. I’ll welcome him in a minute.” I went back into the room toward the bathroom.“Ah, damn it,” I cursed when I saw my lower eyelids had turned dark and my eyeballs were red. Stinging, like sand had slipped into them. It wasn't because of the time moving from morning to afternoon, but rather the fear and guilt that were eating away my energy until it was gone.

I couldn't help but cry silently. Why? Why me? I haven't done anything, my family hasn't down anything wrong, why are we being punished then? What did I do to deserve this? *sob* "Enough with the crocodile tears, no one's watching". My head jolted towards that voice as tears volunteer escaped. He stood there at the door frame, in his boxers and watched me intensely. I felt instantly uncomfortable when his eyes started to scan me like an object. He moved closer towards me as I cautiously took each step back, hitting the wall as he closed the gap between us.