Taylor Swift Eye Surgery Novels & Stories

Franklin offered. “No. I’ll pay for it myself.” “You don’t have to make everything a fight.” “I’m not,” he said. “I just know my limits.” We drove the rest of the way in silence. _____ The surgery was scheduled for Monday. Fourteen hours until they repaired the damage in my mother’s left eye. The second hand on the wall clock dragged past four. James and I sat in the surgical waiting room while they wheeled her in. The television on the wall played a loud morning show that no one was watching. Every time the doors to the operating wing opened, I sat up and looked, expecting news.

Ian stood up and covered her body properly. "Ian, did you wait outside the operating room the whole time?” Ria asked. "Yes.” Ian replied. Ria sighed. “You should rest too.” She whispered. ************************ It has been four weeks since the eye surgery was done but Ria was still yet to see. Doctor Lui assured Ian and Ria that everything was fine. He stated that stem cells treatment takes at least six to eight weeks or more to heal the patients eyes completely and results also shows that Ria's eyes were getting better.

They heard this. "What happened there? Everything is fine right?' Lauren asked her, looking back towards Brandon then at her. " Doctors were doing some tests and today they told us that they can perform surgery on my eyes after 6 months." She broke the news to them, making them freeze in their place. It took some moments to realise what she said. "Mr and Mrs Brown, your daughter will be able to see again after 6 months, hopefully." Brandon told them happily, feeling proud telling them.

I stroked her hair. I broke the hug and held her shoulders. "Tomorrow....tomorrow we are going to the hospital" I breathed out. "T-tomorrow?" she asked in surprise. I nodded but remembered she couldn't see. "Yes...tomorrow" she squealed and hugged me again. "Thank you Ezhil....thank you for always being there for me" *** "Hmmm not bad, we sure can do a surgery on her eyes" the doctor said as he examined her eyes. "We can prepare for the surgery tomorrow, we will need to do a few more check ups before we progress onto the surgery" the doctor said.

"Say that again. Slower." "Her blue eyes are implants, Mr. Cross." The doctor pulled out a tablet and showed Grayson scans. Images of Angel's eyes. "Someone performed surgery on her when she was very young. Replaced her natural eye color with artificial blue lenses. And whoever did it did not do it properly. Did not provide follow-up care. The implants are now degrading. Damaging her corneas. Causing internal bleeding." Grayson let out a small laugh. It came out strangled. Wrong. He chuckled even though nothing was funny. "Doc, speak plain English. Let me understand you clearly."

"When you treated Sierra, did you notice anything unusual?" The doctor frowned. "Unusual? What do you mean?" "I can't really explain. She just feels…familiar somehow. But I can't place her." The doctor thought for a moment. "Ms. Fletcher has had plastic surgery." Halsey blinked. "Plastic surgery? You mean…her whole face?" She had never considered that possibility. She had always had her natural features, untouched by cosmetic work, so the idea hadn't even crossed her mind. The doctor nodded. "Yes. When I cleaned her forehead, I could tell right away. Her face has been surgically altered by about 90%."

IRIS'S P.O.V ... Two weeks, it been two weeks since I abandoned and broke all ties with Camille and her so called boyfriend, I have nothing to do with them anymore and I regret absolutely nothing!. My eyes trace down, I look back at her face, feeling my lips curve, before wiping the teardrops off my eyelids. I would cry no more... it was worth it. .... "Congratulations, the surgery was a success" Black eyeballs, the doctor said, as I could feel my heart practically exploding. I blink twice, wiping the tears that swelled on my eyelids.

"As soon as Lowell takes you away from this place, I'll help you find the best surgeon in the world to fix your face. I don't know why Tormund never thought of that." I looked down in the half empty cup. "He did think of it, Sofia. We went to a specialist, but the doctor told us I'd likely lose feeling in half of my face if I went through with it. There was even a risk I'd lose my sight in that eye, and I didn't want to take that chance. I need to have all my muscles working in case I ever shift." "Ah, I see. I'm so sorry, hun. I didn't realize it was that deep."

My voice dropped to a cold whisper. “Then tell me, Ivy… would you be willing to get plastic surgery? To look like Taylor?” Her breath hitched, eyes widening in horror. I smiled. “Well? Are you willing or not?”

“Ava told me that she was not wearing contacts during any of her performances and when filling out the paper work for the company she stated she never went through any major surgery.” Grayson looked at my for a second and than back at the little girl on the screen. “Eye color can not change like that unless some type of corrective surgery. That’s not normal, Alpha.” This was true and in the heat of the moment whether she realized it or not Ava admitted that she never had any changes to her pigments what so ever. “Well that’s all the time we have folk. I would like to thank Little Aviator for coming by and also everyone in production and the studio for making this happen.”