Woke Up With Broken Blood Vessel In Eye Novels & Stories

A small crack started forming on the bottom of the green glass container that began to expand towards the top. I began to retreat my steps while looking at the container. The glass was cracking like someone was squeezing with their bare hands . The container couldn't take the pressure anymore. It exploded in front of my eyes into many pieces.A piece flew and cut through my right cheek. I turned my face and covered my wound with my hand. I yelped in pain a little. When I pulled my hand away from my wound. There was a red blood patch on my hand.Where the hell have I put myself into?

I closed my eyes for a second and tried not to think about anything. I heard a loud crash and opened my eyes. Pieces of glass were flying around in the car. I looked at the driver and his head was on the wheel. I was still seated behind the passenger's seat but my head hurt a lot. Placing my left hand by the left side of my head and bringing my hand to my eyes I saw a liquid substance, is that blood? I asked myself. It was my blood, I tried taking in my surroundings and trying to understand what just happened. The door opened and someone dragged me out of the car.

He massaged his temples, trying to relieve the headache brought on by guilt. The next morning, Mary woke up and looked at her face in the mirror. It was swollen, with a large bruise on the right side. The blow had split her lip, leaving a bruise at the corner of her mouth, and her eye was marked as well. Seeing her reflection, she broke down into tears. From that day on, nothing would ever be the same. She trembled at the thought of that man being at home, not wanting to see him, much less have any contact with him.

Damn him! I collapsed onto my bed, tears still streaming down my face. My heart was shattered and my trust was broken. **************** I woke up with a throbbing headache the next day. My eyes were puffy and my cheeks were stained with tears. The pain in my heart was as real as the ache in my head, and I couldn't just ignore it. As I slowly got out of bed, I felt like a zombie, going through the motions without any real purpose. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to alleviate some of the swellings around my eyes.

There, I only felt peace and serenity as I felt like I was floating through time and empty space. When my eyes opened again, I had no clue how long I had been unconscious. However, waking up I felt an awful throbbing ache in the left side of my face. The ability to open up my left eye seemed to have fully left me and my eyebrow felt like it was split in half. Blood was dripping down my face and there was a lot of dried blood sticking to my hair. I did not have a mirror to look into but I could tell from the searing pain that it was a nasty wound. Reaching up, I felt around my face and found that the cut started from above my left eyebrow, wrapped around my eye socket between my nose and eye,

The open cuts tore open more and blood gushed out from my wounds on my arms, shoulders, and back. The piece of glass that was embedded in my hand was the worst of it all though because I could feel as if it dug deeper into the muscles in my palm. I could hardly make out anything when I was finally shifted into a human. The black shadows around my vision were growing and what other colors I could see was blurry.

H*ll would freeze over before she went to see the OB-GYN specialist with him in tow. … In the ophthalmologist's room. The elderly ophthalmologist spread open Jeremy's left eye and shone a flashlight on it to do a thorough check-up. Corinne, who was standing at the side, asked, "How is it, doctor? Is his eye okay?" The elderly ophthalmologist put down the flashlight and said, "Don't worry. It's nothing serious. The internal bleeding is caused by an external impact. I'll prescribe an anti-inflammatory eye drop which he needs to use three times daily and the blood clot should go away after a few days.

I closed my eyes for a second and tried not to think about anything. I heard a loud crash and opened my eyes. Pieces of glass were flying around in the car. I looked at the driver and his head was on the wheel. I was still seated behind the passenger's seat but my head hurt a lot. Placing my left hand by the left side of my head and bringing my hand to my eyes I saw a liquid substance, is that blood? I asked myself. It was my blood, I tried taking in my surroundings and trying to understand what just happened. The door opened and someone dragged me out of the car.

His eyes were wide, breath hard as his head swung from side to side. “Wow. That was some kind of spaztastic.” “What?” He shook his head and ran a hand across his face and scrunched his brow. “How?” “Look what you fucking did,” I said, ignoring his confusion and turned around. With my finger I pointed to my eyes. “You fucking broke my blood vessels. I look like I should be in some slasher flick.” He blinked at me. “It’ll go away in a week or two.” Of course he knew that.

His voice squeaked and cracked with a coldness felt around the lump in his throat while his knees quaked uncontrollably as a result of blood loss. "Michael, hey honey, I love you." His wife whispered with a repressed mourning within her breath. Her eyes were already dimming due to accumulated blood which gathered around the vitreous humor in her eyes, causing a change in her sclera and her cornea to be very reddish with blood.