When He Opened His Eyes Novels & Stories

I don't care about that right now. I took my hand off him before standing behind his shoulder. "You can open your eyes now," I notified with a smile on my face. He heaved a deep boring sigh and I watched him open his eyes slowly. "God, I prefer having se-," he started saying so boldly again and suddenly stopped when his eyes were widely opened. I stared at him- anticipating- as he stared at the drawing in front of him. I watched his eyes dart around the drawing while I grow impatient by the side.

I took that as a good sign and my frown turned into a smile. His eyes finally opened and I gasped at how golden his eyes were before returning to their normal color. Gray.

"It's milk. Drink up. It will make you feel better." He drank and I spent some minutes watching him anxiously. Again, he opened one eye tentatively. He managed to keep it open before opened the other. I heaved a deep sigh of relief. His eyes were open, reddened, but it didn't look like there would be any lasting damage. "Thank goodness you can see," I sighed. "Yeah." He blinked, looked around the room. "I can, but for a moment there, I thought I would go blind." "I'm so sorry," I said at once. "I didn't know-"

***EVE*** I took a step back in shock, but then I noticed, he couldn’t move or anything, his eyes were just open, was this some sort of joke or something? I slowly moved closer to him and waved my hand in front of his eye, but he didn’t blink or follow my hands, he just lay there, his eyes opened and nothing more. I sighed in relief, with the little knowledge I had about medicine, I knew he was just beginning to come back to life, and one thing I knew more than medicine was that, I had to stop him from coming back or getting well.

My wrists on each side of my head and my legs hanging down from the table. And I opened my eyes in pain and I saw him. Dominic.

His eyes were closed, breathing slow and shallow. We were halfway through breakfast when I noticed his eyelids flutter. “He’s waking up,” I said quietly. Everyone present stopped whatever they were doing. Renn set his coffee down. Kira rushed from the stove towards the man while Marcus and Lena moved closer. Gage and Thorne looked up from their plates. The man’s eyes opened slowly. They were dark and unfocused at first. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the room full of strangers staring down at him.

The world is a sick, twisted place. Days passed. I changed his bandages. I made sure he was warm. I talked to him sometimes, even though he couldn’t hear me. I told him he was an idiot. I told him not to die in my bed. It was messy. On the fourth morning, his eyes opened. Just like that. No warning. They were cloudy at first, then they cleared and focused on me. He blinked. Swallowed. His lips were cracked. “Water,” he rasped, the word barely a sound.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY He opened his eyes slowly trying to adjust to the bright sunshine, when his eyes have fully adjusted to the light, he could now see clearly, and he was taken aback by the sight before him, he was standing right in front of his compound, he couldn't believe it, maybe it might another prank from the sick lady but he decided to go in to confirm if he was really back from that creepy place.

"Wake up, Alpha!" After a few minutes, I was startled when he opened his eyes. It's all black, his pupils, his irises. But it wasn't only that. There were many things wrong with him. I was only given a moment to stare at him because he quickly stood, and what he did next sent me tumbling backward.

He was in the past, buried in all the lies he’d been fed. So, when I opened the door and ocean-blue eyes stared back at me, I did the only reasonable and responsible thing. I shut it in his freaking face.