Passed Out Eye Check の小説・ストーリー

I replied sadly. “Are you sure what she showed you is true?” “I don't care whether what she showed me was true or not. As long as she was a good friend to me.” I reasoned. We finished eating and fell asleep just a few minutes ago. But early in the morning, the doctor came in to check Lie's eyes. “Cod014, I'll check your eyes first.” “All right, doctor.”

Evelyn’s hand grips mine and it is only then that I notice I am clutching at my lungs, struggling to breathe. ….. I was given the check over by Doctor Noah, who took some of my bloods and sent them off for analysis. He seemed fixated on checking my eyes regularly, maybe he thought I had bumped my head. He said he didn’t have insulin to hand, that they don’t need it…but that he would check my blood results and see why I have been taking it.

When we got back to the house, I brought her straight down to the medical offices and called for the doctor to come out as quickly as he could. Dr. Borsheim wasted no time stepping out of his private cubicle. I placed Evelyn down in one of the chairs while he began closely examining her. He took out a small flashlight and checked her eyes. “Her pupils are heavily dilated,” he noted. Evelyn held up her hand to keep the light from burning her eyes. “I’m fine,” she hissed. Next, he checked her heart rate. “It’s higher than usual, but it’s trying to come back down,” he observed. “Would you mind telling me exactly what happened?”

I needed my bloody eyes fixing. “DOC!” I yelled. I heard rushing footsteps and then a breathless doc “What’s wrong Sir?” “I am sick of laying here, I need my eyes fixed, and I need that fixed now” “Let me look Sir” He walked over and started to remove the dressings “Can you see anything at all?” “It’s blurry, but I can make out your outline” “There is a trial product out that speeds up the healing, but it has not been fully tested” “Meaning?”

"Tom told me that she was known to do exclusive artworks in exchange to expensive eye check-ups from rich clients." Kumunot ang noo ni Tyler nang mabanggit ang mga mata ni Arizona Valdez. "Eye check-ups?" ulit niya. "Hindi ko ba nabanggit sa 'yo na isang bulag si Arizona Valdez?"

"They? Plural?" Shit. I'd said too much. "I just meant…the situation is in the past. That's all." He studied me for a long moment, those penetrating eyes seeing far too much. Then he released one of my shoulders and pulled out a penlight from his coat pocket. "Look straight ahead. Don't move." He shined the light in my left eye, then my right, checking my pupils' response with the same clinical precision he brought to everything. "Pupils equal and reactive. Good." He pocketed the light. "Your vitals have stabilized. Your heart rate is elevated but coming down. How do you feel?"

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

"I can't see anyone properly." All he could see were blurry outlines of humans around him. The doctor's expression darkened immediately. "Perhaps your optic nerves are compressed. Either that, or your retinas might be bruised. Regardless, we'll have to run you through an MRI scan." Jean nodded seriously. "Okay. Do it right now." The doctor responded with a nod. He motioned for Jean to help Tyler out of bed. Then, they led him to the diagnosis room in order to give him a full body check-up.

Maya's pov His words land like a punch to the gut. Sharp and precise, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Yeah, that's why you appointed a nobody to fix your eyesight. Lie down, I need to perform an Intraocular Pressure Test.” He doesn't budge, the veins on his neck showing. “Now, I need to prepare for my shift tomorrow or I still can't go?” I ask, my anger simmering beneath my skin.

Louis said politely, though he didn’t resist as the doctor started disinfecting his wounds. From time to time, he’d let out a quiet hiss from the sting. “Mr. Louis' injuries are worse than Mr. Eugene’s,” the doctor reported, brows knitting as he examined the damage. “Especially around the eye—there’s some retinal hemorrhaging. You should get it checked by an ophthalmologist tomorrow.” “Alright.” At that, Cecilia turned to Eugene again, about to speak, but Jasmine quickly stepped in and smacked her son on the back.