#80: Bloodshot Eyes

“Oh, dear God,” Vanessa gasped, her voice fraught with concern as she observed John’s bloodshot eyes. John, seemingly oblivious, demanded, “What? What’s wrong?” Luke chimed in, his tone grave, “Your eyes, dude.”

Attempting to brush off their worries, John made his way to the chrome-laden cabinet in the lunchroom. “I’m just exhausted,” he insisted nonchalantly. “It’s been a hell of a day.” But Kelsey sensed the underlying unease in his words, recognizing that John was fully aware of what lay ahead.