The Eye Test Novels & Stories

His fingers anxiously play with mine as he waits for the answer. "My team and I have high hopes. There's of course the precautions and side effects we have gone over but the results have been miraculous on patients older than yourself." He shuts off the xray machine and takes a seat in front of Nate with his ophthalmoscope in hand. "I'm going to shine this in both eyes really fast. You're going to want to close your eyes but restrain from doing so." "I know the drill," he says and his grip on my hand increases. I rub his back with my other one.

he explained. "I'm curious, how can I feel it? Can you give an example?" I asked. He started to eat the slices of meat one by one while watching me. "Just look at me, look into my eyes, focus, and think, how do you think I am?" He told me to guess who he was just by the eyes. What's with the eyeball? As he ordered. I stared at him unblinkingly, seeing his pupils dilating and shrinking, I thought this was normal.

Missing out on the most important thing. My stomach tightened and tears stung my eyes. “I’m sorry baby.” I hugged him and kissed his hair. “Mommy had to do something very important.” After a while, he softened in my arms and murmured. “It’s okay. It was fun. The doctor said Evan should do the eye test when he couldn’t read the movie subtitle that was playing on Doctor Steve’s T.V.” But how could my child with a werewolf gene have any eye defect? Was this also as a result of the abortion pills? The knowledge that my thought was unlikely did nothing to the sadness brewing inside me. Couple with his weak heart, my Evan has to struggle with glasses now.

In spite of that, her ear picked on something odd: cute, faint sound tempted her to face him again. "Wait, what was that?" she probed. Discovering his eyes downcast, she was taken aback. He always maintains eye contact as if explicitly declaring he was the sincerest guy on Earth! For that unusual behavior, her suspicion sparked. "I'm late. Gotta leave first." he bade goodbye. She caught his wrist.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I said. “Spread your arms.” He looked at me for a moment longer, but I didn’t waver. I was here to perform the test, not to be an eye candy. All the while, I felt Eric’s cool blue gaze on me, but I ignored him. Focus, Rowena.

Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Three screens glowed in front of me. Lines of code scrolled endlessly down black backgrounds. Security architecture, adaptive recognition systems, predictive correction patterns, font rendering adjustments and eye-tracking response timing. I leaned back slightly in my chair, adjusting my glasses higher on the bridge of my nose while another test simulation ran across the left monitor. FAILED. My jaw tightened. “No,” I muttered quietly. I reached forward immediately, rewriting the response delay. Again. The simulation reran. This time the words stabilized correctly.

, said the system in a mocking tone. "Well that's nice to hear, Will you answer every question from now ?", asked Ben. "Well not everything, but I will answer any questions necessary for your growth and survival", replied the system. Ben wanted to test the strength of his bionic eye, so he slowly passed some mod energy to his left eye.

"What's the plan, Einstein?" I opened the velvet pouch and pulled out three small, neon-orange adhesive discs. "We are going to conduct a tactile peripheral test. Put your helmet on." "Inside the room?" he asked, frowning. "Yes. The visor limits your peripheral vision, which forces your brain to rely entirely on your central ocular tracking. I need to see how your eyes adjust when your field of view is artificially restricted."

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

Natasha's p.o.v I ran in the ward not minding the stares I got from the soldier's, Jake was busy talking to the receptionist that told us about the ward Noah was in, when I walked in breathlessly I stood still looking at Noah who was sited on a wheelchair, he looked very pale, his eyes had dark circles under them and his forehead was bandaged, the doctor was busy checking his eyes. "Noah" I whispered. The doctor quickly turned and looked at me, his face really looked familiar.