Capítulo 19: contact lens incident

I don't know what time it is now, but I feel like getting up because my eyes are uncomfortable. I squirm and try to open my eyes, but it feels very difficult because they hurt like there is something stuck, and it is uncomfortable. Even when I blink, it is very painful. Oh God, what is happening?"

"Hey... It's still too early, why are you waking up?" I heard Richard's voice next to me, and I turned to him and tried to open my eyes, which felt increasingly painful.

"Ugh, I don't know... My eyes hurt," I said while groping around my eyes.

"Your eyes hurt?" I heard Richard's surprise, and it seemed like he immediately sat up. Huh, I don't know anything, everything looks dim, and it hurts.

Suddenly, Richard pulled me up, so I sat, but I couldn't open my eyes properly. Even my eyes started to water, were very sore, and suddenly Richard tried to open them with his fingers.

"Stupid!" I was startled by Richard's curse. "You didn't take off your contact lenses last night," Richard sounded annoyed.

"Oh, gosh... I forgot, I completely forgot!" I panicked, turning my face so Richard's fingers couldn't remove the contact lens from my eyes. "This so hurts... Don't touch it!"

"But it's dangerous if not removed immediately!"

"But this so hurts..." I shook my head, crying, and I couldn't see anything. "I think I need to see a doctor!" I am very scared now, imagining if my eyes can't see anymore.

"Idiot!" Richard sighed, I heard him shifting down from the bed. "Wait a minute, we're going to the hospital!"

I stayed in bed, feeling dizzy and sore, even my tears kept flowing. I lay down again until suddenly Richard came and led me to get off the bed. With patience, he took me to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, then put on a jacket.

"We're going to the doctor now," he said, leading me to leave the hotel room.

I just kept quiet, walking while holding back the heat and pain in my eyes. I didn't dare to open them because it could cause more pain.

"Next time, you have to take off your contact lenses when you've worn them for too long. Contact lenses can't be worn while sleeping," said Richard as he continued to lead me.

"Sorry, I didn't know," I replied sadly. "I was too tired and sleepy, so I didn't remember that I had to take them off... I even forgot that I was wearing contact lenses."

"This is serious... Our honeymoon can be ruined if you have to undergo a healing process for several days."

I became more anxious, looking at Richard, but I didn't see his face. "What do you mean? Does that mean I can't see clearly for several days?"

"I don't know; I can't be sure if your problem is very serious or not," said Richard, then he stopped me.

We might be in the elevator now.

"I don't want to wear contact lenses again," I said in tears.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I'll forget to take them off again, and something like this will happen," I said, occasionally sniffing the snot that came out reflexively from crying. "This so hurts... I'm scared... I'm scared I won't be able to see you again!"

"That's the worst possibility!" exclaimed Richard. In an instant, I imagined that if I couldn't see properly, he would hate me again and even leave me.

Ding...

The lift doors opened, and Richard led me to walk again. I didn't know where we were headed, but perhaps he would take me to meet the driver who was always ready to take us wherever we wanted to go.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Richard asked the nurse to escort us to an ophthalmologist. However, since it was still too early, the eye doctor had not yet arrived. Eventually, I received treatment from the ophthalmologist's assistant.

"Ugh, it hurts so much!" I groaned as the ophthalmologist assistant tried to remove the contact lenses stuck to my eyes. I sat in the chair, while Richard had gone somewhere because I couldn't see with focus.

"Luckily, the contact lenses did not come loose and slip under the eyelids, as that would have caused an infection," said the ophthalmologist assistant.

It sounded like a woman.

The ophthalmologist assistant dropped liquid into my eyes and opened them so I could see her dimly. She tried to remove the damn contact lenses with a tool by sliding them, making my eyes even more painful, but I had to endure by keeping them open.

"Oh, okay... Let's move to the right eye," said the ophthalmologist assistant after successfully removing the contact lens from my left eye.

The ophthalmologist assistant turned to open my right eye and tried to drop liquid and remove the contact lens with a tool.

"Ugh, this hurts so much!" I whimpered, trying to stay open my eyes.

"Okay, done..."

Finally, the two contact lenses came to my eyes. I blinked several times, still feeling uncomfortable and sore, but I couldn't touch them at all. The ophthalmologist assistant dropped the liquid again, then checked my eyes several times using a special flashlight.

"Is the eye seriously injured?" I heard Richard's voice, and I looked to the right to see him standing near the door crossing his arms.

"Not too serious, but it takes four to five days to heal," replied the ophthalmologist assistant. She looked beautiful with a slightly chubby body and blond hair. "You should avoid touching your eyes during the healing process... Don't wear contact lenses until they are completely healed, and don't expose them to sunlight too often as that can make them sore," she continued.

"So, during the healing process, can I only stay indoors?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah, also avoid radiation-containing lights... like laptops, cellphones, TV... Your eyes need to rest because they already had problems before," explained the ophthalmologist assistant.

Suddenly I looked down, sad, and I couldn't hold back my tears from falling. I thought about the college assignments I had not completed and Richard might be disappointed because I couldn't have fun with him.

After getting special drops to use for several days, Richard took me back to the car. The driver immediately took us to the hotel.

Richard sat next to me. He had been silent, with his face turned towards the window the entire time. I didn't know what to do; suddenly, I felt awkward again since he had cursed at me because of this incident. It felt like he had returned to being cold and rude like the first time we were together. It was really sad... It was like a nightmare for me.

"I'm sorry...." Finally, I heard his baritone voice.

"Sorry for what?" I asked hoarsely, my throat feeling very dry. I was thirsty.

Richard turned to me, looking at me with a sad expression. Yeah, I could see clearly; the lines on his face showed his sadness.

"If I hadn't forced you to wear contact lenses, maybe this wouldn't have happened," he said, then lowered his face. "I should have reminded you to take them off, or even helped you take them off because you didn't even dare to do it with your own hands... This is all my fault," he continued.

"No, it's not your fault."

"No, it's my fault... I shouldn't have demanded that you look pretty without glasses... I feel like I'm punishing you now."

"Don't say that," I said, reaching for his right hand and intertwining our fingers. "I like wearing contact lenses from you... But I was too careless that something like this happened," I added.

I heard Richard sigh, then he pulled me, embracing me from the side. I just stayed silent, feeling warm, and he rested his head on mine.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

I just stayed quiet, suddenly reminded of my task and our schedule of activities in this city.

"I can't do my task... I can't leave the hotel to go sightseeing as we planned," I said, feeling sad again.

"I think you can still do your task... Maybe tomorrow. I'll help you," Richard replied calmly.

"How?"

"We'll do it tomorrow... Today you can only rest," Richard said, then kissed my temple. "I apologize... All the discomfort that happened to you is because of me," he continued.

I smiled, feeling so peaceful in his embrace, his attention, and his gentle voice. He acted gently even though I made him angry with my carelessness, wanting to make me think that he really had a good side and that maybe he couldn't control his emotions yet.

Richard released his embrace, then looked at my face, cupping my cheeks while his thumb touched under my eyes.

"Is it still painful?" he asked.

"Yes..." I blinked. "It still."

"I hope it heals soon."

I nodded.

Richard kissed both of my eyes alternately, then hugged me again. I comfortably leaned against his chest and closed my sore eyes.

"You can sleep again... Don't think about vacation schedules or tasks... We can deal with it later," he said.

"I'll contact my professor if I really can't do my homework," I said softly.

"If you're a loved and accomplished student, I think you'll get a reprieve."

"I'm quite close to my professor, but I don't want to take advantage of it... It could make other students jealous," I said, then sighed. "You said you'd help me... So... I can finish it."

"Are you sure?"

I looked up at Richard faintly because the car light was not on. "I'm sure... Now I don't have to worry anymore... My husband is kind."

Richard smiled shyly, and actually, I felt embarrassed because this was the first time I praised him.

"Your husband is kind, you don't have to be afraid or feel awkward anymore...," he kissed my forehead.

"But earlier, you were angry, and it made me a little scared."

Richard chuckled a bit and pinched my nose. "That's because you're a bit annoying. I was just sleeping soundly, but suddenly you woke up with a contact lens incident... Of course, I was surprised and upset... But actually, I was worried about you."

"Really?"

"Hmm..."

"But why?" I asked, for some reason I wanted to know what he felt about me now. Ugh, I hope this fussy attitude doesn't make him upset.

"Because you're my wife... And I love my wife!" Richard kissed my lips.

I blushed immediately, burying my face in his chest. It feels like a dream because he's sweet to me not just during sex, but also when I cause trouble. I even remember him massaging me before going to bed... Huh, is this real? But why did Mommy remind me to be careful of his behavior? I guess he wouldn't gain anything by deceiving me? But sometimes I still can't believe that he could be tempted by me even though Irina has already stolen his heart. Irina is much better than me in terms of physical style and behavior in pleasing men. This thought ruins my mood, making me constantly haunted by doubts.

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