Novel & Cerita Delirium Characters

She asked. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know many things, Delilah. I don’t know how we will handle your condition and my PTSD. I don’t know why my housekeeper helped have me drugged and bedridden for days. I don’t know how many people are involved or if it’s just the three.” I sighed, pressing the heel of my psalm into my eyes. “Alexander…” Delilah sighed that familiar soft sigh.

My attacker freezed mid- air some of their legs hanging on the air while some of them where bent over in an attempt to hit me. I looked up to see the Charlotte with the dirty guard who was trailing behind her. "Delilah, why did you order your men to beat my captive?" She asked turning to glare at the woman who was standing unfazed while staring blankly past me to the guards that was supposed to be beating me. She seems to be still for a moment until Charlotte tapped her shoulders jolting her awake from her slumber. It was a spell, I remembered the spell because Mr Wong also thought me and my sister the same spell.

I did not think that she did, at least not until Delilah had said it. “She’s severely dehydrated,” the nurse whispered. “Malnourished. We’re starting fluids now, but…” She trailed off. I already knew the rest. She didn’t need to say it. They did not know how they were going to manage to help her. Gone with everything that she seems to have been through, not with the trauma. I understood why Delilah wanted to leave so quickly, and I understood why she looked frightened. I stepped back, letting them work.

The room was filled with silence, vengeance, and pain. The realization of the fresh betrayal sent a wave of nausea through them. The depth of the deception, the sheer audacity of his performance, was staggering. He hadn't just delivered the worst form of betrayal, he had lived a complete lie for years, basking in the reflected glory of the family he was strategically destroying. He was a man no one would believe could hurt a fly.

He shouted as his head was in a mess. All the memories from the past, all the rules and plans he made were being questioned by him after seeing his brother's culprit breaking down in front of him like a doll made of porcelain. "F…free me… free me from those tags, Stephen…" _____ "I…I… where am I?" Delilah woke up after she felt a jerk. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around even though her eyes were blurry. She felt a strap holding her down on her seat and she suddenly panicked. She immediately started to move around to get free.

Shandra knew she was awake. Therefore, what was in front of her could not be a dream. Considering all the stress she had been under in the past weeks, however, she thought she was suffering from a delirium. Everyone else was asleep, except, of course, the demons. Although they felt no sleep, both Sam and Julian liked to lie down, close their eyes and apparently rest. Caleb and Ezan are also immersed in a deep sleep. The girl keeps looking at what at first she thought was just a trick of light and shadow: the thin, unusual silhouette that strolled by as if it were a mere traveler.

"We'll monitor him closely. The sedative will help his body fight the fever. He'll be back to normal in no time." Cynthia's eyes light up with curiosity. "What exactly is delirium, Doctor?" Doctor William turns to her, his eyes filled with a desire to educate. "Delirium is a state of mental confusion caused by a variety of factors, including fever, infection, or medication. In Jaxon's case, his high fever is causing his brain to become disoriented and confused." Jaxon's eyes flutter open, his gaze locking onto Doctor William's face. "No...no...this can't be happening..."

"I talked to him before I found Margaret." Emanuele whispers: "What's he like?" "Short. Gray-haired. Eyes identical to ours." She sniffles. "But completely lost. He's overweight, with heart problems, and totally alone." "So he's alive? I can talk to him?" "He's very much alive, Emanuele, although I very much doubt that you'll be able to dialogue with him. Depression has taken hold in our father's mind, and even when I was right in front of him...he didn't react. I think he simply couldn't demonstrate whether or not he was happy with my presence."

Paramedic Lyle Heller: Unbelievably, we get at least two of these guys in. Most of them on drugs, and some violent while on drugs. Lucian Slater: Was he...? He bobs his head, and Lyle shakes his in response. Paramedic Lyle Heller: No. No drugs. Dispatch says people have been looking for this one for a while. He's not an addict, just early-onset dementia. Lucian Slater: He remembers his name. I think it's schizophrenia.

His face was pale and he could not help spitting out a mouthful of blood. "As expected, he's seriously injured." Delilah sneered. At this moment, the two of them were only one arm away from each other. Delilah inevitably looked into Jason's eyes. The pair of eyes suddenly turned into an abyss and started to spin strangely. The endless depth was so deep that no one could see the bottom. Delilah's expression changed, but the next moment, a confused look appeared in her eyes. She was actually a little dizzy, and her body was even more out of control.