Pots Blurry Vision Novels & Stories

The greasy sausage split open as the pup bit into it and I smiled as she devoured the piece of meat. My attention was drawn away from the pup and to the fox whose ears were twitching ever so slightly. I watched with curiosity as I noticed that he never moved his head to look at the pup but rather his ear and then it hit me. "Anna, have you checked his eyes yet?" I asked her and she looked at me questioning. "No but why would I check his eyes when his side was damaged?" she asked and I gestured to the way the fox moved. She watched intently before realizing what I was getting at. "Hmm, that's interesting. I'll check his eyes before I leave but I do believe your right." she said and I nodded.

However. He raised his left hand again and opened his eyes, looking at it for a long time. Still, he could not see anything. He laughed at himself calmly. The doctor arrived soon and checked Jeremy's condition again. Jeremy told him that his vision was blurry and that he could not even see anything. The doctor hurriedly did a test and examined him. It turned out that Jeremy's retina was damaged by the excessive smoke, which meant that he was now almost similar to a blind person. Was this retribution?

She subconsciously squinted, but no matter how hard she tried, her vision remained blurry. She tried hard to discern who the person was, eventually asking tentatively, "Are you … Henry?" "Yes, it's me. What's wrong with your eyes, Gabby?" Henry caressed Gabriella's face, looking worried as he gazed at the gauze wrapped around her head. He'd found it weird when she'd stared at him without saying anything. Gabriella was only sure it was Henry when she heard his voice. "There's a blood clot in my head that's pressing against my optic nerves. It's blurring my vision."

Bree leaned back against the sofa's backrest and let herself recover from the dizziness. Suddenly, Bree felt her hair stand on end. She felt the same thing earlier. Without any hesitation, Bree opened her eyes. She didn't move from leaning against the sofa. Through her blurry vision, Bree saw the silhouette of a man standing next to her. She blinked a couple of times to clear her vision! But it was still the same! Was she that drunk to hallucinate like this? Bree raised her hand and waved it in front of her. Dizzy and blurry eyes, not a good combination.

Lawrence Gibson's POV "Her eyes are good now. But you will need to apply this eyedropper regularly until her vision became clear once again. In the test result, it was blurry. Maybe because of the chemical that was poured on them. But we already removed them through the surgery we just conducted to her. I will come back here after a week to see if there is anything alarming or if everything is going well..." I breathe in relief finally. It's been weeks. And in those weeks, I've witnessed how the great and professional doctors join forces and helped each other to heal her.

The world around me seems to blur as the pain intensifies. Clutching my head, I blink and shake my head to clear my vision but dark spots begin to dance across my vision. The last thing which flashes before my eyes is a blurred image of someone before everything turns dark.

7 years ago "Doctor what happened to her?" I heard my mother's soft voice. "She has Retinitis Pigmentosa." I heard, what I assumed, the doctor "W-What is that?" My mother's trembling voice asked as I felt her hand grip mine. Something was wrong with me. Everything was black. I know for sure my eyes were open but I can't seem to see anything. I heard someone sigh. "M-mom, I cannot. I cannot see." I said as I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "Please settle down, honey while I talk to the doctor." My mother said.

It was as if it had nothing to do with her, nor did she want to know the consequences. Jepherson turned around. "What are you doing?" He wasn't questioning but negotiating. Jepherson knew Raeleigh's temper very well. That look meant she was resolute. Therefore, he could only lower himself. Raeleigh said, "I am pregnant, and both of those examinations would harm the child. I can't do that; glasses would make do for now." The doctor said, "You'll notice if you have astigmatism gradually, like when you feel uncomfortable looking at TV or phone screen. But in Miss Anson's case, we suspect the suddenly blurry vision is caused by a brain tumor or some nerve disorder."

They were shipped in from overseas at a ridiculous cost. “I have never missed taking them. Damn it, Rukov—if I don’t take them, how the fuck am I supposed to see?” I snapped. “I think right now the drugs aren’t doing their job anymore. It’s more like an after-effect. Last night I went totally blind for a few minutes. Earlier this morning I had a bad blur in my left eye that lasted almost an hour.” “Do you think we should head to the hospital? They might be able to check if something’s wrong,” Rukov suggested.

“Le PV22 a parfaitement fonctionné sur lui. Il a été absent pendant si longtemps qu'il était inutile d'essayer de le faire revenir à la réalité. Ouais patron, il n'y a pas d'autres effets secondaires. Je suis certain que tondre à droite tout ce qu'il voit devant ces yeux est pire que la vision d'une mouche Tout ce qu'il peut voir, c'est des tons noirs et blancs flous.” (The PV22 worked out perfectly on him. He was out for so long that it was pointless trying to make him come back to reality… Yeah boss, there are no other side effects from it. I am certain that right mow all he sees before those eyes are worse than the vision of a fly. All he can see is blurry Black and white tones…)