9 - Sharp

by SilkyNoire

Emilia's right eye could barely make out the needle as the man removed it from his kit, then stalked over to her. He was middle-aged, balding, and had a few grey hairs on his beard. Emilia lightly tugged at the leather straps holding her arms to the chair, and they didn't budge.

"Now now, don't move!" the man calmly stated to her.

She stopped moving. He stopped right in front of her, bracing his right hand on her left cheek. His left hand held the small, fine, silver needle.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. This will all be over quite soon, I assure you." He stated, equally as calm as before.

He seemed to think for a moment, then drew the needle closer and closer to her eye. He was going to put it right through. The silver became a blur again, and Emilia could almost imagine the sheer pain it would cause.

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"Wait, stop!" Emilia called out, panic evident in her voice.

The doctor pulled his hand away. "Miss Leveva?"

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. It's too much."

"I assure you, this procedure is quite safe! I have restored eyesight to well over twenty people in this year alone!" The doctor exclaimed, seeming almost embarrassed.

Emilia shook her head in reply. "No, I can't. I will make do with my glasses."

The doctor sighed deeply. "Very well. I must still charge you for this procedure, aborted as it was. That will be ten gold pieces, please."