My eyes burn.

 

Really badly.

 

They’ve been burning since yesterday morning, ever since my eyes landed on what was inside that damn folder. And they continued to burn through today’s morning practice and all my classes.

 

And they’re still burning now, probably even more than they were before as I stomp through the main hallway of the surgical center.

 

“Excuse me, Miss, you can’t go through there,” I hear a female voice call after me, but I don’t stop.

 

“Miss, office hours are over. You cannot go in there!” she repeats.

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