My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

to me. I still felt uneasy that night, so I decided to drive home. After I parked the car in the underground garage, I heaved a sigh of relief. Surely Lyra wouldn't be able to drive my car away now. That night, before I went to bed, I received a call from the hospital. "Miss Willow, your eye exam results are in." My eyes had been hurting and blurry for the past few days, so I went for a checkup. The doctor said, "Your corneas are severely detached, and your retinas are also damaged. You need to have your corneas removed."

I close my eyes when the left one starts to hurt and I sigh, deciding to get a little nap to recharge. My left eye has been through two different procedures after the incident, but it's still not perfect. Far from it. My vision is shit without my special new contact lens, but I hate to put it on. Therefore, I'm always forcing it and making myself even more miserable because of it. It looks bad now, too. Ugly. My iris split into two separate sides and the pupil is more evident, so now I have one grey eye and one mostly-black eye. And it's all thanks to that man, but I still refuse to even think about him.

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

Something looked wrong. My face was there — same tired eyes, same chapped lips — but for a second, my pupils seemed too wide. The color around them looked darker, almost black. It lasted only a blink, but it made my chest tighten. I blinked again. The image was normal now. I told myself I was imagining things. I was exhausted, that was all. Then I noticed the faint bruises on my left arm. Three small marks, shaped almost like fingers pressing into my skin. I frowned and touched them lightly. The area was tender.

You better believe I thought I was going to die then and there from a heart attack. He walked closer and closer, only stopping right in front of me, “I see you like to close your eyes when you scream, we can’t have that, now can we” He says as he turns around and grabs a couple of weird things, turning back to me he holds my eye open, I begin to scream in shock, he inserts something cold and hard, then he turned slightly and does the same on my other eye. I try to blink but I can’t my eyes are wide open now and starting to burn.

I grumbled and she blinked, as if lost in a daze. "Get off me, Ms Kennedy" I snapped and she instantly scrambled to her feet, muttering apologies under her breath. "I'm so sorry" she said as I rose to my feet. More images began to surface in my mind and a wave of dizziness slammed into me. "Mr Kane? Are you okay?" Blair asked and I nodded, trying to ignore the pain that was now blooming over my left eye. I bit my lower lip and straightened my spine. Without sparing her a glance, I headed towards the lobby, then I made my way out of the building. I stepped into my car and rested my aching head against the window as my driver began to drive. "Are you alright, sir?" He asked and I glared at him

Rover pov A cold splash of water wakes me up. I try to open my eyes but my right eye refuses service. The vision in my left eye is blurry and lacks colour. The bitter taste of wolfsbane lingers in my mouth. That explains why my right eye won’t open yet. My head throbs. I try to move, the movement opens a dam of memories to break.

I don't get to move before some goes into my eye and a stinging pain hits me. "Cazzo!" I swear as I sit up quickly and close my painful eye. "I'm sorry! I couldn't aim away from your eye," Damian says as he tries to comfort me. I get up and go to the bathroom quickly, my erection now gone. I wash my face under the sink and try to rinse my eye but it stings so much and hurts to blink. "It hurts so much," I say and Damian hugs me from behind.

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that everywhere was blurry. I blink, feeling tears rush down my eyes due to the pain of trying to clear my eyes. I blink again and the ceiling comes into focus, it's a hammered glass that houses several florescent bulbs. The hammered glass is surrounded by a white pop ceiling that hurts my eyes. I shut my eyes and try to think of where I could be.

I told him and smiled a little bit. He nodded his head and said with hesitation," Actually, I wanted to tell you something. But, I am not finding enough courage to say it." " What is it? Tell me," I asked curiously. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't utter any words as I screamed loudly. " Uh!! Something went into my right eye," I said blinking my eyes repeatedly as it's hurting. He held me tightly and said worriedly," Let me check." Saying that he took out my eyelash and blew some air in my eye to soothe the irritation.