Passed Out Eye Check Novels & Stories

Despite my fury, my eyes locked with his, and memories of the good times we shared flashed through my mind. Lawrence's green eyes bore into mine with a persuasive intensity. "We need to discuss and talk things through,"he insisted, our gaze unwavering. It felt like his eyes were piercing through my soul. I stuttered, "There's nothing to talk about." "You are set to be discharged. I will note the dates for your check-up routine on the document provided by the nurse,"I said, trying to maintain professionalism. "Your family has been informed, and they should be here anytime now."

The Reaper posture returned. "I do not have an appointment. My calendar is clear." "The optometrist, Cale. 11:00 AM. You’ve been squinting at the crossword puzzle for weeks." "I do not squint. I narrow my eyes to reduce glare. The paper is too reflective." "You hold the paper at arm's length. Your arms aren't long enough anymore. You look like a T-Rex trying to read a map." "My vision is 20/20. I am a spotter. I can see a threat from three hundred yards."

My eyes were already flashing between life and death. “You have to get your health checked,” Niamh announced as she came with a man whose uniform gave away that he was a doctor He kept checking my pulse through my wrist, pulled my lower eyelids down to check my eyes, and did some other things. By the time he was done, I was already closing my eyes to have some peaceful moments of sleep. “She just has to rest well. There’s no concern about her health. The last sentence was heard as I fell asleep deeply. I didn’t know when they all exited and cleaned the room. I was far gone and didn’t even care to ask of the alpha that had facilitated my release.

“ Madam Ariana , I have come here to check on your health . “ said Ayla , waiting at the door . “ Come . “ said madam Ariana . Ayla entered inside and placed the file on the desk then placed the stethoscope around her neck . “ Please stretch your arm . I need to check your pulse and your blood tension . Then , I will check your eyes . “ said Ayla . “ Why my eyes ? “ asked madam Ariana . “ Because you fainted three times and if there are any after effects , they are directly shown in your eyes . Your eyes may look normal but after a deep check we can see if there are any other complications . “ said Ayla with a serious tone and complete professionalism .

“And to ease your worry, that’s not going to happen. What you’re describing would be a gross administrative error, which I can assure you won’t happen. If we test today and it’s much too soon for surgery, then we’ll continue to test periodically. We won’t determine you are unfit for new eyes unless periodic tests are still proving futile a good eight months from now.” “Okay, that’s a relief.” “That being said, I’d like to be honest with you about one test that would rule you out for receiving eyes.” Again, her entire body tensed. “A test that you’ll do today?” “Yes.” “And this is a test that determines whether or not I get eyes, no matter if I continue to heal over time?” “Yes, however it’s

Because they hadn’t seen it. Only I had. But I didn't falter. The doctor cleared his throat. “There is one thing we haven’t examined.” My chest tightened. “The eyes.” It felt like the room was shrinking. “No.” The man blinked. “Excuse me?” “I said No.” He exchanged glances with his colleagues. “We need to check pupil response.” “No.” His patience visibly thinned. “With all due respect, we cannot complete a neurological assessment without examining her eyes.” My jaw clenched.

HANNAH'S POV: THE NEXT MORNING: Two doctors stood before me, moving with practiced efficiency as they checked my vitals. One was pressing two fingers gently against my wrist, counting my pulse. The other was checking my blood pressure, the cuff tightening uncomfortably around my upper arm. They took turns shining a small penlight into my eyes, watching how my pupils reacted to the brightness. I flinched each time, the light feeling too harsh and too invasive.

The doctor came in and checked her reactions. He opened her eyes and tried pointing a small flashlight-like that they use to check if she will get a response. But her eyes aren’t moving and it means, Mariko was still not responding. The doctor tried to poke Mariko’s hands, but she was still not responding. The doctor looked at them and shrugged.

He pulls a small penlight from his ruined shirt pocket. "Look straight ahead, Beau," Dr. Evans commands. He clicks the light on and shines the bright beam directly into my right eye, and then he moves it to my left eye. The light hurts, and I try to turn my head away. Dr. Evans clicks the penlight off. His face drops, and the color drains from his bruised cheeks. He looks down at the glowing green screen on the heart monitor, and his hands begin to shake worse than before. "What is wrong?" Rhett asks, feeling the sudden tension in the room. He tightens his grip around my waist. "He is just detoxing from the pills, right?"