He wasn't even my patient; I was just passing by in the hallway and saw a group of people standing around a stretcher shining flashlights into a guy's face. Curious to see what was happening, I peeked over the shoulders and found myself mesmerized by the red mess that was this poor guy's eye. Unable to look away, I stood rooted to the spot, staring as the doctors examined the bloody eyeball before covering it up to wait for the ophthalmologists. Grossed out, but excited about finally meeting my long-awaited optical nightmare, I nevertheless avoided rubbing my eyes for the next several hours.
Still, a ruptured globe isn't nearly as bad as this, which I doubt I'll ever be able to handle.