The blinding white light stung my eyes. I forced them open, but all I could see was a blurry shadow; I couldn't even make out the faces of people so close to me.
The smell of disinfectant made my throat tighten, and I heard the doctor's calm voice in my ear:
Have the patient's family members arrived?
No one answered.
The doctor sighed, softened his voice, and said to me, "Young lady, you're lucky. What was splashed on your face was diluted sulfuric acid. The corneal damage isn't too serious. With proper treatment, and if you're lucky, your vision can be restored. However, you won't be able to do any fine work for a while."
Meticulous work.
My designs, my sketches, the career I love...
I lay in my hospital bed, feeling utterly hopeless.
During the few days he was hospitalized, Liam did not visit him once.
There were no phone calls, no messages, as if I, the person you've been dating for seven years, had never existed.
On the fifth day, my lawyer sent me a message saying that the lawsuit I filed for intentional injury had been dropped, and my boyfriend had signed a letter of understanding.
My anger has never been so intense; I can't wait any longer.