Brain Explodes Novels & Stories

Michael huffed and waved me to the living room. "Hurry because the children will be arriving any moment," I added and Michael ran both his hands down his face. "Grayson got a severe brain injury when he was a young pup and because of that, he experiences memory loss every time he's severely injured. The doctor has tried numerous times to cure him but the connections in his gray matter are wonky. He will never rid himself of these episodes if he continues to get injured," he grunted harshly. I exhaled deeply and rubbed my eyes.

Not until I reached the bottom. When I broke through the door and out into the cold air, I ran around the side of the building, away from anyone who could see. My lungs burned, arm tucked against me and around my stomach. Everything was on fire, a tearing pain. Flashes of the accident, of waking up, of the reality of my loss. A scream let loose, unable to be contained as I fell against the side of the building. Pain. Nothing but screaming, searing pain consumed me.

"Six weeks and eight adays since my accident. I still haven't got my memory back." Dr Bennet observes me and takes his glasses off. "Cole, I understand your frustration, son, but brain trauma isn't like any other physical illness or a broken bone. We can't just bring all your memories back with an operation. The brain is the most complex organ we possess, and it's very unpredictable. I am confident your memory will come back in time. The question is, do you want your memory to come back?"

My parents and Sharon hurried over to him, their faces full of fawning smiles. Second Pops took the surgery order and casually flipped through it. His expression went cold almost immediately. "A brain transplant? Who accepted this case? Are you out of your minds? This surgery is extremely difficult, and there hasn't been a single successful case in the world. I can't do it."

I know somewhere in my mind it wasn’t the Alpha and Luna’s job to tell me and somewhere in my mind I also understand why my mom didn’t tell me, but it’s all clouded right now. My head is pounding right now, like there’s something trying to rip through it. I let out a scream and pull at my hair. I look up and see Liam worried face. “Liam, make it stop! My head... My head feels like something’s trying to... Trying to escape. Please! Make it stop!” I plead with him, grabbing onto his shirt for dear life. Somewhere in the fog I hear Liam shouting, “She’s burning up! Go get it now, Dallas!” I can’t think about it to much, before it starts to feel like my brain is being ripped apart. I see others

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.

He trailed off, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration, “I remember feeling a burning on my back like my skin was peeling….” “Objection, relevance,” Beta Cass stood up, “Sustained.” Gordon spoke, making me sigh. The crowd murmured. “So you do not remember what happened to you? Or to Isabella?” I leaned back in my chair. Gabe shook his head, “No. I thought after a few days, maybe it would come back to me… Trauma has an affect on the brain that sometimes will bury it.”

The doctor responded, "I will explain; when you bumped your head and body, it rattled your brain around in your skull damaging delicate tissues. Damaging some parts of the brain can cause problems in connectivity regions called diaschisis that has been linked to an imbalance in brain chemistry, specifically in the neurotransmitter acetylcholine which helps regulate signaling in the brain and plays an important role in attention and motivation" "Wait a minute, doc, don't you have a simpler explanation? My brain is bleeding and I still can't understand what you're saying," Kheed said, his hands on his head. The doctor chuckled, "Brain injury isn't like a broken bone or laceration. Brains are m

In order to convince them, she struggled to say in a hoarse voice, "Who am I? What ... what is this place?" "Poor girl..." Briley immediately bawled. "How did you break your head and forget everything? Gerald, come and take a look at her..." Gerald came over. He seemed to have some medical skills. He held a ragged medical book in his hand, flipping it through for a while. "The book says that when one breaks his head, his brain is prone to having hematoma which presses the nerves and leads to amnesia. In this case, the patient will recover in a few months or a year, so there's no need to panic."