What To Do If You Get Bleach In Your Eye Novels & Stories

“The chemicals scalded your retinas in both eyes. We had the best doctors working, but our primary concern was preventing chemical burns across your skin, which would have killed you. After flushing your eyes with H2O solution, we had to focus on saving your life, and unfortunately that was at the expense of your sight.” “Please,” she interrupted. “Please just explain to me what takingnthis one day at a time means, because right now I’m latching onto a silver lining, and you’ve got to tell me if there is one, or if I’m being hopelessly optimistic.” Dr. Greenblatt was quick to say, “There is one. But when it comes to your eyes you’ve got a long, uphill battle. First we must monitor the progre

Satisfied that my hair was wet enough, I grabbed the shampoo and began massaging it into my hair and scalp. I stepped back under the shower to wash out all of the bubbles. The bubbles and water began to slither down my face and tickled my nose. I quickly rubbed my nose with my hand trying to subdue the itch. As my hand thrashed around itching my nose, I inadvertently pushed shampoo bubbles into my eyes. “Damn it to hell!!” I screamed when my already sore eyes, began to sting and itch like. I jumped up and down on my tippy toes while flapping my arms around. What this did to help, I had no idea. Although, I was sure that if anyone was watching, they would have had a laugh at the demented, nak

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.

I say as I punch the wall in frustration. I have to think of something. “Bleach.” I say to myself with a smile. I could use bleach since I don’t have the drug I wanted to use. Injecting someone with it or drinking it could lead to death. This is the only choice I have. I exit the room and I look around for a maintenance closet, somewhere where things like bleach are kept. I walk down the stairs and I can hear Robert’s footsteps as he continues his search. The silence in the house is deafening. Everybody has gone, even the rest of the guards.

“ Get a skin antiseptic, chlorhexidine to be precise, and get to work.” Her jaw twitched, but she returned a moment later with the bottle of antiseptic. I watched as she struggled to open it. She was actually doing it wrongly. “ Stop pressing the bottle. It's dangerous, it could burst,” I stated. “ I know.” She hissed but didn't stop pressing it. She pulled the cover forcefully, and it burst open, the fluid spilling out like a fountain and splattering on her face. Fuck, she wasn't wearing goggles.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

I ran the wipe over my nose, when I heard the door opening. ‘Busy,’ I said hoping they would just go away. I heard the door close and I figured they were gone. I wiped the sparkles of my eyelids. It was some sort of waterproof glue they used to keep the glitter and the sparkle in place. I get it, it would be horrible if we were dancing and a drop of sweat and glitter would come into our eyes, yet it was almost impossible to clean off. I opened my eyes to check up on my progress and screamed.

"Or I'll come back over there. And you won't like what happens then." The threat was crystal clear in his eyes. I grabbed the brush with shaking hands, nearly dropped it because my fingers wouldn't work properly. I poured bleach directly onto the stone where the dark stain spread. The fumes hit immediately, sharp and chemical and burning. They seared my eyes, my nose, my already raw throat. Made my lungs seize up until I couldn't breathe at all. I started scrubbing anyway because I had no choice. "Harder," Carmina snapped, her voice sharp as a whip.

I ramble on as I head into the bathroom. I grab some eyedrops and the spare colored contacts I keep hidden. I grab one out and let it soak in the solution from the eye drops in the contacts container. Taking a deep breath, I peeled the bandages from my eye. This was going to hurt a lot. I put some eye drops in my eye. It burned so badly. I let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that sucked.

walked out to talk to us. Apparently, while being held underwater, the bubbles and bath salts she poured in the tub before she got in had burned her corneas. He said they would heal in a day or two, but he would bring some eye drops that we need to put in her eyes every four hours until her sight is back.