Woke Up With Broken Blood Vessel In Eye の小説・ストーリー

As she finally stepped into the shower, the sudden spray of water made her jerk. Muffled voices sounded like distant whispers from an adjoining room that struggled to pierce through the cotton wool stuffing her ears. A high-pitched, persistent beeping felt like it drilled through her skull into her soul, adding to the relentless throbbing pain she felt behind her eyes. When she strained to open them, only that same impenetrable fog greeted her. A cold, sharp pang of tension swept through her. She tried to rub her eyes in utmost panic but was instantly reminded of how her brain knew she needed to be still, letting out a lowly groan. "She's waking up," a calm, professional voice called out, it

What the hell is wrong with me? "You're lucky your nose isn't broken," the nurse says with a raised brow as he dabs the blood off my face gently. I don't reply and wait until I'm handed an ice pack for my jaw and one for my left eye which is throbbing with pain. "Your knuckles will be bruised for a week or so and you'll be stuck with a black eye but no breaks so I see that as a win," the nurse tells me before sending me back to class when the bell rings.

I slowly lowered my hand that was just touching my forehead earlier and when it was already leveled in my eyes, I realized what was that wet, and it is nothing but my own fresh blood. My eyes widened and my body was quickly wrapped in fear but that fear also suddenly disappeared when I realized that I could still stand and walk regardless of what was happening. The broken glasses were still buried on both of my palms and every time I am moving my hands, I quickly feel the pain that it brings. My tears uncontrollably even more flowed into my face when I decided to look at myself in the mirror here in the staff room that was attached to the white wall. Even though the mirror is dirty, I can cl

The horrendous image blinking back at me under dim, buzzing bathroom lighting in a cracked mirror is sobering. I look awful, my eyes are starting to circle with the tell-tale blue darkness and the bridge of my nose is swollen and bruised already. My skin pale and blotchy from tears and traces of being unwell and my eyes look red and veiny. The blood cleans away to reveal an ashen face and a swollen top lip. I’m guessing he got me right in the centre of the face and I might be lucky with just a cracked or bashed nose rather than a broken one. It feels extremely tender and makes me nauseous when I touch it.

And the only thing I could do was be stunned as I stared at the small pieces of broken windshield glass flying towards me. My daddy ran fast to pick me up and take me away in front of the gate and so the broken glass wouldn't hit me. But it was too late. I was already hit in my face by small pieces of broken glass. And it's very painful when the tiny pieces of broken glass entered my eyes. I cried out loudly at the extreme pain that I felt. I covered my eyes that were full of blood with my trembling small hands. I suddenly fainted because of the extreme pain that I was felt.

Sixty She woke up with a throbbing pain in her eye. She was lying on the cold, hard floor, the shattered pieces of glass scattered around her. The dried remains of last night’s dinner were a stark reminder of the violence that had unfolded. She gingerly touched her eye, wincing at the pain. The bruise was already starting to form, a dark mark of the abuse she had endured.

Had to save her. My brain chose that moment to flare with a migraine that shut down all vision in my right eye. "I need some water," I called to Massimo. "I don't care. Find her." I gritted my teeth as I tried to apply more pressure to the wound in my side. "That's going to take longer now that I can't see out of my right eye. Hangover migraine. Get me some water, an orange, and I'll be good as new. I'll start combing the system, but I'm telling you, I need those things. Now." I pushed into the office, fell against the doorjamb with my bad side.

The moment I did, she gasped—her eyes wide with panic. “Watch out!” She screamed. Before I could react— CRACK. A sharp pain exploded at the back of my head. I staggered forward, my vision blurring. Richard stood over me, a shattered vase in his hand. I reached for my neck. And when I stared at my fingers, I saw Blood. Thick Blood.

I open it slowly, noticing the plethora of gifts amidst the dim light. “It’s dark. Do you want me to turn on the lights?” I offer. He shakes his head. “No. They said my eyes need to recover.” I squint my eyes. “Your eyes? What’s wrong with your eyes?” I walk over, Brady right on my heels. “Apparently my body was strained by the drugs. A blood vessel in my eye burst. Your dad said dim light will help me be more comfortable.” Dad didn’t mention that he was so affected. I gulp, thinking about what might have happened if I had drank that tea.

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