bubbles

CHAPTER 3:

A bright light hit my eyes as we entered the testing unit, causing them to hurt and my headache to grow stronger.  I began to groan and shield my eyes with my hooves, but the orange doctor grabbed my hooves before I could, which had startled me.  "I know its a bit bright in here, but we want to see if your eyes can get used to the light.  That is your first test"  She explained, and was followed by a few moans of pain by me.  The wheelchair was placed in an area where the light shined the brightest, and the other doctors kept a close watch on me to make sure I wasn't closing my eyes.  I looked at them in envy for a while because they got to wear sunglasses while my eyes were practically burning away.  After a little while they took me to another room that was a lot dimmer, and I immediately felt a sense of relief.  They brought a clipboard with them and began to ask me questions, mostly on what I could see and how I felt.  After the questions they took me to another room with a bunch of sharp tools and a little capsule of liquid.  I began to tremble.

The yellow doctor walked over to the vile of liquid and opened it's cap.  A strong scent of lemons filled the room.  "Now honey, these tests will hurt if your awake so we are going to give you this medicine to put you to sleep."  The orange doctor explained to me.  "YOUR GOING TO KILL ME??!!" I screamed in terror. "Nooooo no we are just going to put you to sleep for a little bit so you don't feel anything during the tests" she said, reassuring me that I would be fine.  I still had my doubts, but I took the medicine anyway.

The testing actually didn't take too long.  Well, to me at least.  It only felt like 5 minutes had gone by when I woke up, but it wasn't the most pleasant sensation when I did.  My eyes pained me even more then they did before, and they felt extremely itchy.  I would have scratched them, but I was afraid that the doctors would grab my arms again to stop me.  When my eyes were completely open the room wasn't as blurry as before.  Actually, my vision was the same as it was before the... "incident".  Even so the doctors still wore those worried looks upon their faces as they did before, mumbling among themselves something about "who should tell her first".  They came to a decision after about 5 minutes of arguing, and the yellow doctor slowly walked towards me.  The orange doctor stood in the corner of the room, as if she was sent there for punishment by a teacher.  The yellow doctor slowly brought her head down to my wheelchair, cleared her throat, and began to speak. "Well, there really is no easy way to tell you this, but the impact to your head caused your eyes to permanently move in separate directions.  We have never seen anything like this before, which is why we did all of this testing.  We were able to restore your vision, but your balance will be greatly disturbed by this.  We are truly sorry and we tried everything we could."  The yellow doctor calmly spoke to me, as if she had known me my whole life.  That didn't help though, because as she spoke my face began to turn white, and tears formed in my eyes.