The sensation of Hilbert fiddling with the area around his eye socket makes the remnants of that eyelid flutter, but with the gauze removed there is a very sudden onset of sensations that make his remaining eye water aggressively. This is the weirdest and therefore worst feeling ever, like something is trying to jam against the back of his socket.

"Careful where you stick your fingers, Hilbert," he grumbles, pulling his face away so the doctor stops touching him. "Yes, I got the plague out properly. But Dracula said that Lovelace's donation was the part healing me, not yours."