It is amazing to me how "fearfully and wonderfully" God created us. I remember how stunned I was to see one of our little Vietnamese patients with two or three silk sutures right into the white of his eyeball. Until then, I rather thought that would be an absolutely impossible thing to do - rather like trying to sew through a hard-boiled egg. But, the eye is tougher than I could have imagined.
Apparently the little girl's injury must be more of an abrasion than a puncture. With the clearing of the discolored area, any further attention should be easier to calculate, I would imagine.
When I was a teenager, looking after my four-year-old twin brothers, we had a nearly similar incident. They were supposed to be taking a nap. All of a sudden, Paul came running to me with a panicked tone of voice. "Eda! Come quick!" I did, and found Pete, the scamp, calmly sitting in bed, holding a screwdriver he must have been playing with (instead of napping!) with blood pouring down his face.
You can about imagine how my heart stopped. I picked him up, screeching and scolding him in my own panic, fearing he had destroyed his eye - on my watch! I'm sure it was the still small Voice that nudged me to wash his face and stop jumping to the worst-case scenario. To my great relief, after washing away the blood, I found the wound was just above his eyelid. Since we lived in the boonies out on the Dakota prairie, we didn't even take him to see a doctor, as I recall. Everything healed just fine. Whew - Praise the Lord!