CHAPTER 513
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2025-12-06 16:07:49

Seeing that Otis was still listening, the doctor continued.

It was better to finish before Otis found the strength to interrupt.

“Your recovery now depends entirely on your compliance,” he said, his tone shifting into rapid, clinical instruction.

“We need to protect the eye you have left. You must wear the recommended protective patch over the socket, especially when sleeping, to prevent irritation and infection. We will custom-fit you for a prosthetic in the coming weeks, but for now, the patch is non-negotiable.”

He consulted the chart.

“You’ll use the antibiotic drops twice a day. Avoid bright lights. Do not strain your vision—no screens, no reading, and absolutely no rubbing your face. Your depth perception will be affected, so you must move slowly. This is not negotiable. Do you understand?”

Otis swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat painfully visible.

He had threatened a life over signing documents, and now the very pen meant to sign those documents had cost him his sight.
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