Brain Explodes Novels & Stories

Not long after, my grandfather, grandmother, Chloe, and Richard walked in, and I finally realized that I was in a hospital. I couldn't remember what brought me here, but I faintly remembered someone shouting the term 'blood' before everything went dark. “Doctor, what's wrong with him?” I heard my grandma ask. “Madam, what happened to the young master has brought about good news as well as bad one.” I heard one of the doctors begin. “The young master's brain seemed to have been stimulated by some unknown reason, causing ruptures in his brain cells, which led to his bleeding. Coupled with his severe insomnia condition, it has led to intense headaches and exaggerated brain reactions. That is th

If we are treated in the hospital when we are sick, we should also not neglect our brain. Based on experience, the impact when our brain has a problem is really different. It's hard, it's drained. It’s exhausting even when you’re not doing anything. It makes you cry even if no one hurts you. It's sad even for no reason. Difficult to explain. But I know I’m not the only one experiencing this.

“It’s been three years. Why is it happening now?” “It could be the stress of the company mixed with your upcoming nuptials. It could be that your brain finally thinks you’re ready to recover from the injury. It could be anything really. We still know so little about the brain.” Dr. Jha sat in her chair. “We can do a scan, make sure that everything is okay back there and that there isn’t any excessive swelling that would be causing the headaches. However, I think it’s just that your memories might have started resurfacing.” I looked up at her and she was staring at my folder, but I knew she wasn’t reading any one thing on the page.

“But it’s clearly not true.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” “How long has she been like this?” “Since they brought her in,” John replied quietly. “Eveline,” he continued, turning to the others, “her body might be healing, but her mind isn’t. The human brain is powerful — it can convince you of pain that isn’t there, of fear that doesn’t exist. In extreme cases, it can even kill you. Eveline’s brain still believes she’s in danger. That’s why she’s having panic attacks, anxiety, breathing problems, and intense pain.”

Brad opened his mouth to protest but Doctor Ken held up a hand. "I know you're feeling better. I know you want to get back to normal. But your brain just went through a major event. It needs time to stabilize. You just have to think of it like a muscle that has been injured. You wouldn't go running a marathon right after tearing your hamstring, would you?" Brad closed his mouth and nodded reluctantly. "Second, watch for any unusual symptoms. Severe headaches, dizziness, nausea, confusion, or any memory gaps. If any of those happen, you come straight back here. Don't wait and don't ignore it either."

For six goddamn years, the doctor told me it was my eyes. “You’re telling me that for six years, the asshole who was here before you got it wrong?” “Exactly.” His tone is flat. Unbothered. “The part of your brain responsible for facial recognition is damaged. That’s why you can’t see faces. It’s not your eyesight. It’s your brain misfiring.” I slam my hand on the desk. The sound echoes in the room. “You’re saying my fucking brain is broken?” “Yes,” he says bluntly. “And it’s rare. Extremely rare. The kind of thing most doctors won’t think to check for.”

These brothers will be the death of her. __________________________________________ (Song) “What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you…….”

He twisted his face in over-the-top pain before suddenly pulling her into a hug, murmuring, "Honey..." Then he turned to me, eyes blazing, and yelled, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" ...Seriously? Brain cancer doesn't cause memory loss like this. It was so fake it hurt. Leaning against the doorway, I folded my arms. "You might want to take a good look at the wedding photo on the wall before asking me who I am." Nathan pulled Rainee closer. "How would I know when you put that up? I only love my wife, Rainee!"

The tightness at the base of her neck would lead to fireworks going off in her brain as the migraine progresses. “I’m tired, Misha. Can we finish this tomorrow? You can tell A I’d like it if he could come speak with me. I need to know all that he does.” Briar, said, soul broken and scattered on the floor of her room. Bri turned her back on Misha, indicating her wish to be alone.

Pavan’s jaw dropped. "Not," Brutus added after an agonizingly long pause, "from the physique itself. One died in action. The other retired and passed of old age. Different kind of dead." He uncrossed his massive arms. "You are going to be the third. But you are going to master it before it burns you out from the inside. Because if it spikes again without a proper container—" "I explode," Pavan said quietly. "Into tiny pieces." "Correct." "And how do we prevent the exploding part?"