Dooku watched Sidious circle him. The tall Count was nervous. He knew that Sidious would punish him for his recent failure to destroy Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan, Ashoka Tano.
"You have failed me yet again, Dooku."
The former Jedi swallowed silently, his throat dry.
Whack!
Pain shot from his left eye to his body as he fell to the floor. He brought a hand to his eye and felt blood.
Sidious had powered Force Lightning on his hand than back-handed Dooku next to his eye.
The elderly didn't move from his place. He stayed on the floor, slowly catching his breath, the pain intesifying.
"You depend grately on your perfect vision, Dooku. Lets see how you depend on it now," Sidious snarled as he left.
Dooku's world went black.
"Master? Master? Master, wake up. Wake up!"
Dooku heard Ventress's voice beside him on his right side. He moaned and stirred.
Ventress helped his sit him, holding a cloth soaked with bacta over his left eye.
The Count took the cloth and held it there himself but allowed his apprentice to help him up. He swayed unsteadily on his feet from standing up so suddenly but quickly steadied himself.
"You lost a good bit of blood from just having the side of your head bleeding."
He scowled at her.
Once they reached their quarters, he allowed her to put a bandage on him to hold the cloth of bacta in place so he could sleep.
Once Ventress left his room, he touched the bandage and smiled. Though he'd never admit it aloud, he truly cared for his apprentice.
I wonder if she cares for me.
The Count mentally scolded himself.
Come on, Dooku, wake up and smell the roses, you're an old man! You're a Sith, and she's your apperentice.
He lay down and fell asleep. The next morning he removed the bacta cloth and opened his eyes. He knew something was wrong. He closed his right eye, and fear gripped him.
He was blind in his left eye!