Brain Explodes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xiever burst into laughter, rubbing his tickled stomach. His eyes blinked repeatedly to reassure himself he wasn't dreaming. "Calvin, I never knew that inhaling too much carbon dioxide and toxic gases in prison could cause specific brain damage." Calvin smiled weakly and chimed in, "His right brain is a bit scrambled. So whenever he tries to use his imagination, his fantasies just go completely off the charts. Ha-ha." "His left brain is damaged too. He predicts the future without any calculations, making his guesses almost impossible to comprehend. Ha-ha-ha."

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."

Then he smelled something and saw that oil was leaking. "Everyone clear out right now! It's going to blow!" Colin shouted. He and Carl run with Robyn a safe distance and the car blew in orange and blue flames. He checked for a pulse on Robyn's arm and got it. He wanted to cry,glad that she was alive. A hematoma was forming on her forehead and she had a burst lip. Her nose looked kind of broken too. "Robyn! My love wake up!" Beau was crouched beside her.

His hands flew to grab his hair and fisted them. "Blake was right?! But how? Why? What happened to her?" Jack panicked. He was thinking for people to have such things as losing their memories, they would usually have a bad fall causing head or brain injuries. In his assessments of Brianna, she is a healthy person to suffer such illness or abnormality. Lucien stared at the portrait.

I sit on the balcony’s floor and placing the champagne next to me. The starlight shining, they were so bright and fill the empty sky. Dwell on the beauty of life, watch the stars and see yourself running with them, my grandma always says those words every time I’m having a bad day. I think that we are like stars. Something happens to our life and we think we are dying and about to explode, but we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly brighter than we ever were before.

I had no memory at all. I overworked the little guys in my head by trying so darn hard to remember something, anything. Come on, stupid brain, never turning up for me when I need you. I swear I'm convinced there is a beef between my brain and I. Whenever it is time to think of something important or something useful, it goes dead but when I don't need to think of anything, boom! All the thoughts flow freely right through me, I'm a walking encyclopedia, the one who knows it all, I'm the knowledgeable chosen one.

HOW DARE HE THINK HE CAN BRUTALISE ME THIS WAY! I combust, like an inner mind implosion all over again, and everything goes black this time, as my brain gives out completely.