@whumpril Day 8: Bloodshot
“Hh—” Marvin tensed, screwing his eyes shut as his nostrils prickled in warning. “Hh-khgh!” The force of the sneeze sent dull, clogged pangs of pain through his skull and made his vision swim as he groped around his desk for the box of tissues.
“And you’re sure this is no cold? No contagions to spread across the seats at your show?” Schneep asked as he pushed the box closer. “Not that in your condition the show should go on anyway.”
“It’s allergies,” Marvin insisted, scrubbing the tissue against wet, itchy eyelids before squinting up at the rather blurry impression of the doctor. “Just…bad ones.”
“Mm, I can see that. Can you see that? Can you even see me straight or is this another case of the septic eyes?” When Marvin grumbled unintelligibly and started dabbing at his lashes again, Schneep could only sigh. “Let me get the eye dropper.”