"Well, good news and bad news." The doctor as about as direct as he could be.
Mom spoke up. "Alright. Start with the good news."
"Alrighty. Well, Divine has a received severe concussion. You'll need to keep an eye on him for a few days to make sure there are no additional issues. I have a pamphlet with things to watch for. The most important ones are dizziness, confusion, and headaches. He seems to be doing okay and will be passed the danger zone after a few days."
"OK, that is good news. What is the bad news?" Mom looked nervous it was clear that she thought that was bad news.
There was bad news.
"Divine has what is commonly called an eight ball fracture or Hyphema and the pressure on this eye is 53 mm of mercury." Both me and mom were staring at him with that I can only assume were dumbfounded looks.
"Alright. Let me try this again. He has a completely black iris due to clotted blood in his eye. The pressure on his eye is at a dangerous level. We will be monitoring this for the next few days." The pause was long.
A very long pause. The waiting was a small infinite space that did not want to end. It really did not want to end. I'm sure it never did.
"It would have been better if we had seen him as soon as it happened. Right now there is greater than a 50% chance that Divine will have some permanent eye damage. Glaucoma to permanent vision loss. Most likely some level of vision loss, maybe not completely but it could be significant." Mom's face was briefly scared and then the channel flicked to calm and controlled.
"Surely, there is something you can do." She was pleading with him as calmly as she could. The look in the doctor's eyes said that it was not to be.
"There absolutely is. We'll monitor the pressure. If it gets worse we will perform surgery. There is a chance that he could come out of this with very minor or no problems." My mom looked happy. "A small chance." That part phased through my mom.
I knew, that I was fucked. I was going to lose my eye. I mean, what was the chance, given my luck? That I would end up with a completely functional eye, hell, even a mostly functional eye.
"What do I have to do?" The doctor's mind clicked on again.
"Well, I'm prescribing some drops. That you will be putting in your eye 3-4 times a day and some medicine to help keep your blood pressure low." Mom seemed happy that a solution existed and actions that could be taken to make things better.