Newborn Eyes Bloodshot Novels & Stories

Even though it was not an intimate gesture, it still made her feel embarrassed. She quickly pushed Simon away and got down from his arms. She went over to her son and said in a concerned tone, "What's wrong with you? Why did you close your eyes?" "My eyes hurt." The little kid was still covering his eyes with his hands. Sharon became anxious. "Pain? Weren’t you alright just a moment ago? Why does it suddenly hurt? Let me have a look." She prised the little kid's hands away and examined his eyes seriously. It seemed pretty normal to her.

Fiona “No no no no!” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. My arms tightened around my son like if I held him tight enough the world could not touch him. His eyes were glowing. Red. Not normal red. Not the color of crying or sickness. It was bright like hot coal inside a fire pit. I could see the light on his cheeks. It made my stomach twist. “My baby?” I whispered.

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?"

Understand now? Tara froze, staring at me in shock. I did not care. I turned around to leave, but a shadow blocked my path. I looked up. I did not know how long he had been standing there. Ethan's bloodshot eyes told me everything. He had cleaned himself up, trying to look sharp, but no matter how polished his appearance, eyes never lied. No one could fake the exhaustion of countless sleepless nights. His voice was hoarse and tinged with nervousness. "I didn't know she came here. I'll send her away right now, Lana."

I whispered and slapped my hand over my mouth. When I gave birth to Noah, his eyes had been the color of the sea. Now all of a sudden, they were purple? "What's this?" I asked, but Ryder just smiled and shrugged. "It's crazy to me too. He woke up and I heard him making gurgling sounds, so I came to look. Lo and behold, his eyes were purple." I reached over to run a finger down my baby's soft cheek, "How could this be? No one in my family has purple eyes, not to even talk of eyes that change color."

Tears blurred my view as I wondered if my baby was truly okay just then the door opened revealing King Archer who rushed towards us in shock of seeing the baby's color. "Why is she blue!"

He was hungry i'd guessed but even after she could not stop crying. Already two weeks into this motherhood thing, it was so easy to get frustrated at the unending crying and the uneasiness of your child. I pulled him away at his urge to throw up before a nurse took him from my hands. "I'll clean him up, ready to leave as soon as you're ready" She flashed a smile as i cupped my chin at the sight of his messed shirt, whilst worrying about the littlest things like how he hadn't added some weight and how he's arms were still so soft and white. How he seldomly smiles and why he's shawl hung so loosely around him- -how he's pupils looked at times that caused the most worries, that could something

But what she saw in her arms made her heart race. “Jesus...” she murmured uncontrollably. “Her hair...” said another nurse, stepping forward. The newborn, still covered in blood and fluids, had thick hair, white as snow in the moonlight, shiny even when wet. The strands flowed down to her tiny shoulders, fine as silk. “I've never seen this...” said the older nurse, her voice somewhere between shock and adoration. And then, the baby stopped crying and opened her eyes. For a second, no one breathed.

I looked down at the little bundle who held so much power. Only just born, she had no idea what weight had been carved into her bones. What blood had been spilled to ensure she breathed. She was quiet again. Not weak—watching. Her eyes didn’t blink the way most newborns did. They tracked light. Fire. Me.

I thought I could see a hint of blue in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve's eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic transformation their eyes took over the next few weeks. "Hello," I said softly to the baby in my arms. He stared up at me, opening his mouth just a little into what I was sure was the beginning of a smile. "I hope they're not identical. I'm already having a hard time telling those two apart." Maeve reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly unnerved and had dark circles under her eyes.