Taylor Swift Eye Surgery Novels & Stories

one of the doctors advised her. "Are you saying that if I have the surgery, my eyes will be cured?" Ella inquired inquisitively. "Doc, I want to know in a simple explanation. Is it possible that she will be able to see without her glasses if she has the surgery?" Joaquin persisted in his inquiry. "It will be expensive," the doctor replied. "I don't care about the cost. All I want to know are the chances of success if she has the surgery," Joaquin once again asked.

"They can fix my eyes?" Nate nearly chokes out. Lucy unclasps one of her hands and waves it in the air. Tim lays his hand on Nate's shoulder as she does so. "I shouldn't say that, but there's high chance that this could approve your sight to almost being 20/20. Those are high odds, Natty. The procedure is the safest we have yet to see and the doctors seem to think very positive about it." I think the gears in my brain have grinded to a halt. Procedure? Nate has talked about possibilities but he has never confirmed one.

“I’ll go back to squatting.” She did not believe that if she refused to apologize, the police would keep her locked up till the end of her days! Jameson hurriedly returned to his senses and tugged her. “It’s just one sentence. You don’t want to go back to accompany Elijah, who’s having surgery?” Sally pressed her lips together, her footsteps only halting then. Jameson said her husband was currently having vision correction surgery. It was highly possible that he would be able to see the moment he left the operating room.

by this time tomorrow? As Nate held the suite door open for her and led her inside, he said, “I’m determined to find you a second eye, but Dr. Fitzpatrick explained that it’s actually a blessing I only secured one. This way, you can heal, recover, and then perhaps in a month have another surgery for the other eye.” “Dare I ask how much it cost you?” she teased, as she sat on the bed now that they’d made their way into the bedroom. “Don’t you dare,” he teased back then helped her pull her shoes off.

Ace looked up and observed the doctor walking to him. "We have done the plastic surgery and treated all the injuries but I'm sorry to say, Mr. Taylor..." The doctor shook his head making the heart of Ace beat faster than the velocity of a missile. "Scarlett might have to undergo a second surgery too." When Ace's features turn worried, the specialist plastic surgeon gives him an assured smile. “She is good. Presently unconscious because of anesthesia but she will soon wake up.”

He wiped those sweat behind his ears as I closely stared at his eyes. "Are your eyes...always been hazelnut?" He raised an eyebrow. "No lies," I begged, trying to calm myself. I saw the hesitation in his eyes before he wagged his head. "What happened?" "Zee." He bent his head a little before he sighed. "I received eye surgery." "Why?" I asked again, trying to confirm what I was thinking. My chest was pounding so hard. I couldn't hide the tremble of my lips. "You got into an...accident?" I hardly breathe.

He reminded her. This time, he learnt his lesson from what happened the first time and skipped the alcohol entirely. Couldn’t have this pretty woman drunk on her birthday and alcohol simply didn’t suit her. Their meal arrived and the two of them had conversation about many things and in the middle of it all, Stefan spoke. “You know, Eva, I contacted my friend, the doctor and he agreed to giving you a free lasik surgery. Your checkup and operation will be scheduled on Saturday next week." "Usually, it would take two days, one day for checkup and one day for operation, but since he’s quite a busy man, we’ve decided to do both in one day, is it okay with you?” He asked.

So when we succeed and Henry’s with me again, he’ll still see a part of me. Doctor Ellis nodded. “Well, she’s right. Their eyes were almost the same, and the one in the picture is only a bit wider, but the difference isn’t too noticeable.” “Very well. We’ll keep your eyes the same.” Randy said to me. The surgery started an hour later. We were called once the surgery room was prepared. My heart beats so fast, I can hear it through my ears. Doctor Ellis operated on my nose first. Then he also added permanent contours and small details like tiny freckles on my forehead, and a brown mole under my ears.

Mia THREE WEEKS LATER “Alright, Miss Preston! Your new face is ready to view. You may now open your eyes!” I could hardly believe it. Three weeks had already passed, and here we were. The surgery had been a success, though they had warned me from the beginning—it was a fifty-fifty, life-changing procedure. I had gone through it anyway, holding on to hope, and somehow, the days had slipped by faster than I expected. At the sound of the doctor’s voice telling me I could finally open my eyes and see the new me, excitement swelled in my chest. My heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might burst.

ELAINE. I had known since the gate. The moment she walked into that corridor and looked at me with those eyes — steady, assessing, giving nothing away — I knew. Surgery could change a face. It could reshape a nose, soften a jaw, alter a brow line. It could make someone unrecognisable to people who only looked at surfaces. But eyes were different. Eyes didn't change. The shape of them, the specific quality of attention behind them — that was bone deep. That was something no surgeon could touch.