Brain Scan Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Eve… what now? She’s definitely going to say you did this.” I waved my hand weakly. “It’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been blamed for something I didn’t do.” With that, I pushed myself up and walked back to my own hospital room. ... I lay inside the massive scanning chamber, letting the bright, sterile lights shine down and reveal every inch of me. Damon’s expression was serious as he examined my brain scan. After a long silence, he shook his head. “Still can’t pinpoint anything unusual. It’s likely… this area.”

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!"

I ignored him and instead stared at the technician that was looking at the screen in confusion. He looked down at his clipboard as he moved his finger on the monitor. “It seems like something was added to the test.” He mumbled as he stared intently at his clipboard. “What do you mean something was added?” Danny asked instantly. The technician looked at Danny with a grim expression that had me listening intently. “It is requiring an intensive brain scan.” The technician stated as his brows knitted. He looked back down at the clip board with a thoughtful expression. “A brain scan.” Danny murmured lowly. My brows furrowed at their words because I wasn’t required to do a brain scan.

“Quick, prepare the radiology room, we are getting the patient's brain scanned. I was in the doctor's office with Scott by my side as always. The room was small, clinical, and too quiet. A single computer monitor glowed softly on the desk, and next to it, a stack of neatly organized papers that I imagined contained slices of my brother’s brain in grayscale. My hands could not stay still. I kept twisting the hem of my sleeve, as if I could get the anxiety out of it. Dr. Richard walked in quietly, holding a tablet and a folder. His face was unreadable, too practiced, too polite. I hated that kind of calm. It always meant the news was complicated

Worrying it might affect my ability to perform surgery tomorrow, I wrenched myself free. “I’ll walk out on my own. Don’t touch me!” Karl opened his mouth to hurl more insults at me. Then, a nurse suddenly rushed over and handed them the results of their head scans. Elaine and Karl stared at the diagnosis printed on the papers. It was malignant gliomas in both of their brains. They cried out in disbelief, “How could it be this serious? And malignant?” The nurse offered them a kind reminder before hurrying off without stopping. She did not notice me standing behind them.

He continued to step into a room where x-rays and check-ups were being conducted, the Doctor stated. “What do you mean? Is he going to be okay?” Liam raised a question wearily. The Doctor pointed to the screen in front of them and motioned to him. “Come, have a look at this.” The doctor approached the monitor and showed an x-ray of Blade's head. When Liam noticed a white spot on his brain, his brow scrunched up. “What is that?” he uttered, completely taken aback. “That is what is making him suffer all this time, it’s a bullet lodged inside his brain that has been there for the-”

A brain tumor? Hazel crossed her arms against her chest. “Can I have an open MRI? Is that possible?” “I’m afraid the specific scan we need, the open MRIs can’t take.” “Okay, I understand.” “I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll have a better game plan on what the next step will be.”

“Three fucking days, Vieri. Do you know what that means? I run an entire goddamn region. The North. The whole of Northern Italy. I don’t have time for this bullshit. Say what you have to say.” He exhales sharply. He pulls out a scan from the folder and lays it on the desk between us. “Fine. Your vision problems… it’s not your eyes.” My fingers tighten around the armrests. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “It’s not your eyes,” he repeats, sliding the scan closer to me and pointing at a section marked in red. “The issue is in your brain.” My brain? No. That doesn’t make sense. For six goddamn years, the doctor told me it was my eyes.

I waited in the hallway, my stomach in knots, Liora pacing restlessly in my mind. Finally, the door opened. Dr. Steve gestured me inside. My mother sat on the examination table, looking small and frightened. I went to her side, took her hand. Dr. Steve pulled up images on a large screen. X-rays. Brain scans. Areas highlighted in red. "Ms. Moonhollow." His voice was serious. "Your mother has a significant injury to her brain. Specifically, the Broca's area the part responsible for speech production." I stared at the screen. "What caused it?"

I sat down in silence, gently observing all the strange attitudes she was giving me. I was secretly praying for Luca to hurry up but it still took him several minutes before he came around, he came in with Jessica and did some diagnosis on her while I walked around the room… engrossing myself in nervousness. I was cracking my knuckles at intervals, hoping she was well and not what Luca previously explained. After several hours of blood tests and other forms of tests that I don't even know, Luca faced me and cleared his throat. “We have done a brain scan on her and I am sorry to inform you that…” he sniffed as he trailed off.