My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

Soft, warm, bright as she is with either one of her hands on my temples, reducing the swelling. “You could have said you were getting a migraine.” We both know I see shite. Loud noises and lots of people definitely bring it out, and the code word is one I can’t remember which one of us made. “You’re also dehydrated,” her eyes more than her hand moves to the water she put at my side. That true sapphire blue takes her iris in concern. The brutal stab on my left eye with the pound of my right temple, and the y shaped scar that’s still half visible on it.

BLAISE It’s cold. I blink, eyelids heavy. The right underside of my neck aches with a dull pain, as if I’d slept on it wrong last night. There are blurs of gold, lines streaking vertically across my vision. I blink again, eyes creasing together. The lines slowly come into focus. At first, I’d thought that I was dreaming.

During that time Rain held my head up with one hand while the other was on my shoulder. "What happened?" He asked worriedly when I calmed down. "Nothing" I pushed him away and stepped down and went to check on Eliane, thankfully she was still sleeping. "That didn't look like nothing" I bit my tongue to stop a nasty reply, he sounded genuinely worried. "It is nothing, it's called Ocular Migraine, I occasionally have static or flickering blind spots in my vision, It's related to my migraine." "If it happens occasionally, why were you panicking?"

the doctor instructs me. With a grimace, I slowly open my eye, but it doesn’t open far. I try to blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light, but I can’t see much out of it. “It’s blurry,” I tell the doctor. “Try closing your left eye,” she tells me. I close my left eye and focus with my right. When I look around the room, things are still blurry. “It’s still the same,” I tell the doctor, and Mom lets out a sob.

Had to save her. My brain chose that moment to flare with a migraine that shut down all vision in my right eye. "I need some water," I called to Massimo. "I don't care. Find her." I gritted my teeth as I tried to apply more pressure to the wound in my side. "That's going to take longer now that I can't see out of my right eye. Hangover migraine. Get me some water, an orange, and I'll be good as new. I'll start combing the system, but I'm telling you, I need those things. Now." I pushed into the office, fell against the doorjamb with my bad side.

They come at me even faster than before, I have to focus so much as a blur of arm and legs come flying at me in a blur. I'm not fast enough and one of the blows lands on my eyes. I see stars for a few seconds and throw my arms up to block my face incase they try to hit me again as I couldn't see for a second. My right eye now out until it heals I could only see out of one. I could feel something trickle over my now blind eyes.

The photo of her father having a genuine smile while looking at the trees will always be the best image Adeline will have as his remembrance. "Huh?" She suddenly became distracted after accidentally noticing her left eye getting blurry. She gently wiped it with her hand, but she got confused with what was suddenly happening to her eyes. Adeline seemed to have her eye getting irritated after noticing how imbalanced the color she saw was. But since she wasn't sure of what’s happening, she thought of something else. She tried to cover up her right eye with her right hand while her left eye remained uncovered. It confused her to see no colors other than the two: black and white.

My vision blurs right before another zing of pain goes through me. I scream and black out.

All calculations verified. But he adjusted anyway because the repetition kept his mind from circling. His left eye socket ached. It always did in the mornings, when the weather was cool and the muscles around the scarred tissue were tight. He pressed his palm against the patch he wore and felt the familiar bone structure beneath it. The socket was healed now, months past the initial injury. But it would never be whole again.

This was my first time. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My husband's white shirt. My black pencil skirt. My husband's gray tie. I let my hair down, slightly wavy at the ends. My face was bare, but I put on a little red lipstick so I wouldn't look pale. Then I took my glasses from the bedside table. I wasn't blind, but my vision had been bothering me for the past few months. The doctor said it was a side effect of my heart condition. Blood flow to my eyes wasn't smooth, so sometimes my vision was a little blurry, especially when reading or looking at distant objects.