Delirium Novels & Stories

Lucian said, impatiently. Vanessa smiled, folding her hands behind her. “That’s why it’s called an "Aurum Delirium" , it has no description but it is neither beautiful nor ugly, it does not shine nor is it dull. It is not a flower nor is it a plant. Aurum Delirium is just Aurum Delirium. It is said to be able to take many forms, and that it is always changing”. She paused before continuing. “But it is also said to be extremely powerful, and that it can be both a great ally or a terrible foe. Once you see it, you will know but it can be very deceiving and….”. She paused again, looking at him worrie

He said as he forced himself back again once more into his fetal position I was shocked, not because of what he did but rather what he just said, I knew for a fact that with his fever he was certainly going to be delirious and could say anything at anytime but I did not expect a name. I have read delirium in the past and how it could make someone see and hear what isn’t there but what is more talked about is that people in a state of delirium often say what they are thinking of at that moment, so that would mean that here I was trying to fix this man up and he was busy thinking of another woman! Ella! I instantly hated the name

My brain out of the zone, I stepped in the kitchen to grab another bottle of whiskey and all ready to face the worst hangover in the morning. I tried to maintain my balance while trying hard to maintain clear sight. My hand resting on the counter for support I saw her, sipping down something off the glass. Who is she? I don't remember I have a woman at my home. The unusual thing about alcohol is that you don't remember the recent events and keep repeating the things which you want to think about. Right now in my head, my wife is roaming all over my senses and u consider the woman in front of me as my wife. Forgetting that she left me quite a long time ago.

The heavy snow had been falling for a whole day and night, with no sign of stopping. A couple of days ago, Isabella was exposed to the cold wind, and was also saddened by the sudden departure of her mother. She fell ill after returning from the cemetery yesterday. The fever rose to 39.2 degrees, causing a state of delirium. Throughout the night, nonsensical words were spoken in a daze. He kept calling for his mother, crying and making a fuss...

"Since your memory seems to need a jumpstart, allow me." I stared at the tips of his ears, which had gone instantly, violently red. "Who was it crying in my arms last night like a shattered porcelain doll? And who said he couldn't survive without me?" His complexion cycled from ashen to scarlet to something approaching translucent with shame. "That was... the injury caused temporary delirium—" He tried to turn away, but his breathing had gone ragged from my closeness. "Oh? And the crybaby on Mischief & Mayhem — was that temporary delirium too?"

How the fuck does he know that name? My head spins in confusion. So much shit has happened today and I can’t keep up. My body is exhausted and so is my mind. There’s nothing I’d want more than to plop down on the bed, sleep, and forget this whole ordeal ever happened. But that’s not possible. He’s just delirious. I tell myself as a distraction. He’s struggling, possibly hallucinating with the many drugs in his system. At least that’s what I’d like to believe.

He couldn’t respond to anyone. “What a pitiful young man,” the lady said. Derrick looked at the old lady as she continued, “I am a retired psychiatrist. This man is lost. Too lost that he couldn’t find himself.” The lady stared at Jerson. “Akinetic Catatonia. This is the most common type of catatonia. Someone with akinetic catatonia often stares blankly and won’t respond when you speak to them. If they do respond, they may only repeat what you said. Sometimes they sit or lie in an unusual position and won’t move. It happens most often with people who have mood disorders or psychotic disorders, like depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia. This young man was giving symptoms.”

Nicholas said as he rubbed his lotion. "Wait, so she just dey her dey, begin to shout". Femisola quipped from the other side of the dorm room and every one burst into laughter. I was busy battling with this government textbook. "Omo, Remmy boy, I hear say na you carry her go infirmary". Femisola said. "Yes, she's sick oh, her body was shaking, Fam. I was scared for her". Malik plopped down in my bed in his jersey shorts, I eyed him as he got his wet back on my bedsheet.

I add. Richard struggles to say something, but only ends up nodding. His condition kept getting worse. He was diagnosed with Delirium, a mental condition that caused him to behave erratically. Even though I was the younger one, I'd taken up looking after him and cleaning up his mess every time. Aaron had said he only had a short time left to live. If only he had listened to me and stayed home on the night of the accident five years ago, a temporary anger that was about to cost him his life.

" Tell me more about this dream of yours.” " It wasn't a dream, it was real," I insisted, raising my voice. “Tell us all about it," Daniel urged, placing a hand on my shoulder. I told them everything. Liana showed up at the office, claiming that Araia was a clone, which I supported. When I was done explaining, they looked at me like I had gone crazy. “Well," the doctor said. “Your test results show that you have Acute Post Traumatic Delirium, also known as Brief Psychotic Disorder."