I looked around the room searching for a window. A breath of fresh air was exactly what I needed right now. The eye that was able to open saw all the shapes and figures it needed to, but it was all through a stained purple filter, creating shadows where there were none. "It'll be like that for a few days as the blood is carried off," the nurse had told me. "It's mostly due from the pressure that's built around your eye, and not your eye itself." She had assured me.
I laid still as they administered the stitches to my forehead. Three were going into my hairline. Ashamed, I kept my eyes closed, not able to meet the stares of the medical personnel working around me. "You'll be good as new in a few days." One of the younger nurses had patted my shoulder as she rubbed a cream across the bite m
