"Relax," the nurse said. "Optical Coherence Tomography doesn't hurt."
I tried. The machine into which I'd placed my head threw swirling lights on a black background. The nurse blinked at the results. "Let me get the doctor."
For her part, the doctor frowned. "Your vision field is perfect, but the OCT was blank." She forced a laugh. "You can see, can't you?"
The cloud clinging to her wasn't the darkest I'd ever beheld. But images swam in its surface. A half-empty bottle of Bushmills. A crumpled Toyota Corolla. An infant carseat ripped in two.
"Yes," I said. "I can see."
The Lamp of the Body by I Saw Lightning Fall
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