Chapter Twenty Four

Mira was seated in a chair and trying not to shift around, even though she felt uncomfortable lying back at a forty five degree angle with a metal plate pressed against her face. The plate was cold as ice, yet the light Dr. Fitzpatrick used to see through her left eye then the right caused the white starbursts to flare as they had that morning.

“Right now, Mira , I’m taking images of the optic nerves,” he explained, and then she heard a series of faint clicks. “You may feel a little woozy, but that’s perfectly normal.”

To say she might feel a little woozy was the understatement of the century. Prior to helping her into the chair, which she imagined looked just like one a dentist would use, Dr. Fitzpatrick’s nurse shot a numbing agent into each eye, and the second it hit her bloodstream she felt downright drunk

“Okay, Mira , you are going to feel some pressure,” he said. A moment later, she felt the prick of his surgical needle easing through her right eye.

Nate held her right arm, whi