Novel & Cerita Teary Eyed With Blurred Vision

Jennifer POV The pain came in waves, crushing waves that made my head feel too heavy for my neck. I couldn’t turn it. I couldn’t even lift my hand without a sharp ache and I still couldn't see clearly. My vision blurred, then steadied, then blurred again. The steady beep beside me felt louder than it should have been and increased the pain I felt in my head. Tears slid down my face into my hair. I wasn’t even sobbing, just crying quietly and helplessly because my body refused to cooperate.

Uncontrollable tears streaked my face, and my heart became too weak to take any more of it. "Please...! Please...!" I whimpered helplessly. My vision became blurry instantly, and I couldn't tell if it was due to the tears, or due to my fears. I looked at his face and although, my vision wasn't clear anymore, but I could swear I saw confusion flicker across his face - for a mini second. "Please..." I said faintly, feeling the blood rush out of my hand and leg. I became totally empty. And no matter how hard I fought it, my fragile body gave in to the pains. I passed out.

Elora’s POV I woke up to the pungent smell of what seemed to be a herbal medicine invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing. I slowly got up and lifted my eyelids. I squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurry image surrounding me. However, a sharp pain stung my eyeballs as soon as the light hit them. It felt as if my whole eyeballs were dried up. It gave me some discomfort making me blink a couple of times in an attempt to wet it with my tears. Unfortunately, it didn’t help so I ended up rubbing them. That was when I noticed that no matter what I do, my vision didn’t seem to enhance at all.

My breathing was slow but rasps. My body strolled back to consciousness. My eyes felt very thick as if an extra weight laid on them. Each motion I made to open my eyes, my eyelids felt like they were tearing them off but I managed to open them and then came another challenge-my vision was slurry. Unclear as my sight was, nothing felt recognizable.

I'm done crying, my nose became pinkish due to the long interval of time of just crying. My vision became blurry because of that, plus, it makes it hard for me to breath, my nostrils are cloggy and wet, so, I decided to stay still and let calmness creep in, but presently, the feeling of panic began to slink on again. Currently, I'm like a stray cat wandering into the deep unknown, but I think my case was worse than of a stray cat because no one can see me and vice versa: I can see no one. Little questions started to crawl on my mind.

No one responds. My vision is blurred, something I'd grown used to. This time it felt different. Like a mist covering my eyes but not touching my skin. I blink several times, waiting for the dizziness that usually accompanies the action. It doesn't come. I hesitate before bringing a hand up to wipe at my eyes. The movement is sluggish; and my arm stings but it doesn't feel heavy. I'd grown used to the heaviness of my own body, I realize. An ache does form, greater than I've felt in awhile. It stretches across the muscles of my arm, accompanying the sting from my healing injury. My eyes hurt as I drag a fist over the lids but my vision clears. Clearer than I've felt in who knows how long.

She wiped away residual medicine with a warm towel. "Open your eyes." Derek obeyed. "Can you see light?" She waved a hand before his face. Derek shook his head, "I can only see vague shapes, it's still very blurry." He was telling the truth—his vision was indeed hazy. "Still hurts?" "A little." Tabitha administered another eye drop and soothed his eyes with her breath. The cool medicinal liquid, mingled with her warm breath, brought a tingling sensation to Derek. The pain in his eyes subsided, and the throbbing in his temples eased as well.

At first, I thought maybe it had something to do with fainting earlier. Now I’m not so sure. It feels deeper than sickness somehow. Heavy. Sharp in places I can’t explain properly. I wipe at my face distractedly and freeze when my fingers come away wet. Tears. I stare at them for a second. “What is wrong with me?” Another tear slides down my cheek before I can stop it. Then another. Soon my vision starts blurring completely. I clutch my chest harder instinctively while trying to steady my breathing because suddenly it honestly feels as though I’m grieving someone.

My tears blurred my vision. “Stop making this expensive joke!”

My vision blurs with hot tears, and I blink furiously as I reach the hallway. He has no idea how close I am to breaking. Or how hard I’m trying not to.