Novel & Cerita Pots Blurry Vision

My vision became blurry, as I fell down to the ground helpless. Someone was watching. I couldn’t identify who it was.

I close and open my eyes a few times, trying to force myself to stay awake and focus on the fight. However, the dark black spots are slowly creeping through my vision, making the blurry figures even worse. I don’t know how long they were fighting for and as they were both really blurry, I tried to move back as one of the blurry figures started walking back toward me, not knowing which one won.

I think, groaning as I crack the bones in my neck and focus my attention back on the road that has the outhouse on its end. My vision sharpens even more as time sneaks by, and I blink rapidly to adjust to a view without minute smudges or blurs. It works, but the lightness in my head does not disappear. Mikael had commented that whatever I'd been given after I fell unconscious was the reason for my blurred vision. So, I'm pretty sure the theory also applies to my faint dizziness.

I whisper, forcing my eyes open wider. The trees blur again. The light shifts. Dark spots flicker at the edges of my vision, small at first, then spreading slightly. I inhale.

I muttered under my breath as mom shook my shoulder. "Dear?" Ah, now I understand why my vision is blurry. It's because my tears are flowing profusely right now…

Is he checking to see if I have a concussion? “Blurry vision?” he is.

“I can see something moving in the air. But I don’t know what it is. Could it be a flag?” He nodded, as she was smart enough to guess what it was even though she was not really seeing it. “Yes, it is a flag. But you can’t see it clearly, right?” “Yes.” He pointed at a couple more objects around the garden, trying to see how bad her eyesight could have gotten, and after a moment, he realized that she was very shortsighted and can’t see things from a certain distance. The further away they are, the blurrier she said the objects get. It could be managed, thankfully. After all, not many things couldn’t be managed at Axford Medicals.

I asked, tilting my head at him. Without turning to face me, “So, you were checking me out.” I scoffed, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Obviously. You’re right next to me. It’s hard not to.” He let out a low, amused sound. "Well, I’m nearsighted. I can’t see things clearly from a distance anymore, everything turns a bit blurry. So I have to wear these glasses all the time.” As he spoke, he pushed the frames slightly up the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose.

the doctor instructs me. With a grimace, I slowly open my eye, but it doesn’t open far. I try to blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light, but I can’t see much out of it. “It’s blurry,” I tell the doctor. “Try closing your left eye,” she tells me. I close my left eye and focus with my right. When I look around the room, things are still blurry. “It’s still the same,” I tell the doctor, and Mom lets out a sob.