Aneurysm Out Of Sheer Stupidity の小説・ストーリー

I growled in frustration, the groist sound torn from the depths of my soul. How could I have been so blind? So foolish? Scarlett was everything I had ever wanted, and I had pushed her away with my own stupidity. Why did I say all those things? Told her that she wasn’t special and there was nothing special about her when all I feel for her in the exact opposite. Then calling her Aiden’s dumb little sister was the lowest of lows. Why the hell did I say that! I’m so stupid. So fucking stupid. With another loud cry, I continued to rampage through the apartment, flipping tables and chairs with reckless abandon. As I wreaked havoc, Sam came from his room, shirtless and in his pajama pants.

Steve's tone was fierce, almost murderous. Knowing Steve's status, the physician didn't dare to retaliate and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Wanger, the patient inside suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, it's..." Slap! Slap! Steve raised his hand again, delivering two more slaps, "When my brother-in-law had a headache from a brain issue, did you f*ckers cure it?" "I..." The lead physician was at a loss for words. They had been trusted and paid handsomely, but not only did they fail to cure him, they made it worse.

The self-doubt gnawed at him, amplifying his sense of foolishness. As he finally pulled up outside Vivian's house, he sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on the front door. He felt a mix of nervousness and apprehension, unsure of what the upcoming conversation would bring. "Stupid," he muttered again, his voice tinged with frustration. He realized that he needed to face the consequences of his actions, whatever they might be, and try to make things right.

"Do you have your records with you?" He nodded and handed her the papers. She went through the information carefully while he examined her. "This is a complicated case that involves brain hematoma. Doctors do not have room for error when they operate on you because that'd lead to paralysis." That was likely the reason all the doctors in Bardoff City had turned down the opportunity to operate on him. They were capable of doing so, but no one had the courage to shoulder the great risk of potentially crippling the rising star of the Faust family. To them, his memory loss was a minor inconvenience compared to paralysis. However, none seemed to carry a sense of urgency about the long-term effects

Boyd expounded as he and Annie walked out of their last location on his schedule. "Funny sir,are you saying you want to get a wife because she would be cooking for you?. I'm sorry but you sound stupid."Annie blurted and immediately covered her mouth when she realized what she has just said. But, Boyd seems less bothered. "Yeah. I'm stupid. A good observer will know that. I'm only smart on the outside." "I'm... I'm sorry,sir. That was probably rude."Annie apologized.

Now, I visited Grandma three times a week, plus in special circumstances such as to hear about the results of her tests… "I have some good news and... bad news, unfortunately," the doctor said. I pulled in a shaky breath. "I want the bad news first." "We cannot operate using the method we have discussed before. It's because of the location of the aneurysm…" He grimaced apologetically. My eyes became watery in a second. I put high hopes in that method. It sounded like a chance for Grandma to wake up.

She was sure that, once they both calmed down, they would be able to work through all of the tension and misunderstandings. She knew it was her fault that the situation exploded like it had. She should have been honest with Pam when she returned from her trip to South America. Pam deserved to know, but Fiana was in denial. She didn’t want to believe it herself. So, instead of trusting Pam with the new found information that she developed a rare and potentially fatal blood disorder, ‘thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura’, she kept it and its effects on her body hidden as best she could while she drank her-self into a reality release; better known as a drunken stupor.

“Pride is concerned with who is right. Love is concerned with what is right.” — Thomas Merton. NYLA I’m stupid. So, so stupid. Stupid for thinking I could have a happy ending. Stupid for letting myself fall for Alaric. And stupidest of all, for believing I was ever the one for him. “You guys, it’s fine. I’m not gonna slit my wrists or anything,” I said to Lily, Alanna, and Camellia, who were all looking at me like I was made of glass.

My lips twitched a bit when something clicked in my head, then I raised my hand to pay her back gently, “You are so indifferent, and I Like that about you. But I want to see how calm you will remain watching the reason why Adams's company and reputation collapse and the reason being he is dating a sick, poor woman!” I said softly and slowly like a devil. I felt her stiffen and this made my heart a bit satisfied and bloom with excitement, my eyes turned gentler, “Everyone knows people with Brain tumors can be so troublesome and they mostly refer to those people as crazy people,” I explained to them laughed as her body turned more rigid.

I vented as much as I could, clinging to my sister's legs. When I finally managed to calm down, she helped me sit on the couch and asked her secretary to bring me a glass of sugar water. I told her everything that had happened, being careful to hide the disgusting details that man had said or done to Manu. I told her that the aneurysm had probably ruptured. When Manu was punched by Mark, we did several tests, including a CT scan of the head. It was Barone who found the little aneurysm. That's why we redid the tests before she left the hospital. To make sure there was no risk. I talked to my parents and Manu's family. We decided not to tell her anything and follow up with regular checkups. Hi