After a restless night of nightmarish images of shriveled up, discolored eyes oozing pus and blood, we all woke up to the phone ringing. It was 9:30 in the morning and Dr. Peterson was calling to check up on us.
He asked how Rachel was doing. I said that she hadn't woken up yet. He said to just check her when she woke up and if her eye was still bothering me (because it certainly wasn't bothering her last night...he could hear her talking and laughing through my sobs, I guess) to give him a call and he'd take a look at her.
How nice that he remembered us.
Well, the verdict is in. Rachel is as happy as ever and her eye is all better. There's not even a trace of a scratch.
We still need to finish that movie, but I think this time I won't try to multi-task.