One Eye Blinking Slower Than The Other Novels & Stories

He was watching the doctor with the same anxious expression he’d worn since I’d opened my eyes, his hand still resting close enough that our fingers brushed whenever either of us moved. “It’s fine,” I nodded. “He can stay.” Dr. Harrison nodded. “When the paramedics brought you in, they noted that your pupils were reacting a little more slowly than we’d normally expect. You also had a brief episode of nystagmus.” Seeing the confusion on my face, he offered a quick explanation. “That’s simply an involuntary movement of the eyes. It only lasted a few seconds, but I’d still like to ask a few questions.” He rested the tablet lightly against his forearm.

I blinked. She started checking me over. She asked me to curl my toes, flex my fingers, she held my left eye open and looked in and then shined a little flashlight in my eye, she did the same to my right. She smiled, "Well now, that's much better." I blinked at her. It was all I could do.

No one responds. My vision is blurred, something I'd grown used to. This time it felt different. Like a mist covering my eyes but not touching my skin. I blink several times, waiting for the dizziness that usually accompanies the action. It doesn't come. I hesitate before bringing a hand up to wipe at my eyes. The movement is sluggish; and my arm stings but it doesn't feel heavy. I'd grown used to the heaviness of my own body, I realize. An ache does form, greater than I've felt in awhile. It stretches across the muscles of my arm, accompanying the sting from my healing injury. My eyes hurt as I drag a fist over the lids but my vision clears. Clearer than I've felt in who knows how long.

No reason left to perform any of the careful restraint of the last three months. He brushed his thumb across her knuckles. Once. Slow. She felt it from her hand to somewhere considerably further south and kept her face neutral with a specific effort. “Stop doing that,” she said. “Doing what?” “You know what.” The corner of his mouth moved. “Your face does something when I touch you.” “My face does nothing.” “Your face does a very specific something.” He leaned against the counter beside her, shoulder against shoulder, both looking forward at the window. “I’ve been studying it for months.”

His eyes had a gentle side as he smiled at me and asked me “Mr. O’Donnell, my name is Doctor Ned Harris. I am your doctor. Could you please tell me how are you feeling?” "My head is hurting as I have a migraine and shoulder when I move it." “That is normal due to injuries that occurred. Let me take a look at your eyes. Please look into my finger and follow it as I move it along.” As he pointed the light at my eyes, it stings like hell. My automatic reaction was to close my eyes. “Ok, let’s try again without the light.” I opened my eyes and followed his finger as he moved it slowly. “Ok, tell me is your vision blurry or anything unusual?”

But what's different, he's smiling more often now, I think. More than three hours and a half struggling with computers and important documents. My head almost felt like it was brusting. I blinked my eyes over and over, trying to make my sight clearer, because it have been feeling a bit unclear. Maybe next time I should wear anti radiation glasses to reduce the radiation that gets into my eyes. My net is hot, I lifted my head. My hands fan the eye area. For a moment it seemed like a clear grain fell past my cheek.Stinging and hot. I hope they don't see that I'm crying.

He didn’t look convinced, but he continued with his report. After he left, I sat in the administrative chair for a long time, waiting for the slight blurring at the edges of my vision to clear. It happened for just a moment and then it was gone. I blinked several times, my heart rate picking up. That hadn’t happened before. I pressed my fingers to my temples, forcing myself to breathe steadily. The blur didn’t return. So I assumed it was eye strain from reviewing documents all morning. That evening, I attended to a minor dispute between two omega families in the housing wing. By the time I’d settled the matter, my legs ached with a bone-deep weariness that went far beyond what the activity s

I feel blood moving down my eyes and I open them up only to find that I'm in a different environment, a room. She's not here anymore, I'm not there anymore. I blink multiple times and feel no pain in my eyes, I'm able to move my body although with severe pains in my legs, shoulders and entire body. I open my eyes again slowly to adjust to the light. Thankfully, it's dim.

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

Relieved, it could’ve gone worse. Abrupt movements from the living area develop. Rose takes big steps to close the window and runs up the stairs. With swift movements she enters the bedroom and locks it. The room is filled with silence and she exhales. Stop being paranoid. Everything is fine. Maybe It’s Demi? Ahg! Nevermind. She poses to close the silk curtain, and the glance of the sky brimming with stars makes her smile. Tonight they are sparkling more than usual.