Delirium Novels & Stories

Nathalie explains. "What do you mean she's unwell she looks okay.." Dimitri says. "Let's talk outside please, you'll understand everything." Dimitri gives up, Delilah was sobbing and what he came here for wasn't to make her cry. He exits the room with Nathalie leaving Delilah alone they both stood outside the room, Dimitri spoke first, "What happened to my wife ?" "Please forgive Lady Delilah, three months ago ever since she woke up from her coma, she's been diagnosed with systemized amnesia." Nathalie spoke bowing down her head.

"Mrs. Miller, can I speak with you for a moment?" I nodded, following her to a quiet corner. Melissa hovered nearby, close enough to hear but giving us the illusion of privacy. "Your brother-in-law is experiencing severe confusion," Dr. Samantha began. "This isn't uncommon after brain surgery, but the nature of his delusions is... concerning. He seems fixated on the idea that he killed you." I swallowed hard. "What does that mean, doctor? Is it just temporary?" She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "It's hard to say. Brain injuries can affect memory and perception in unpredictable ways. We'll need to run some tests, but for now, I think it's best if you don't interact with him directly. His agit

Delila gestures to the door on the other side of the room without a question, and I hurry there with the blanket wrapped around me. I grumble and walk out of the restroom after emptying the content of my stomach. My cracking headache is now more noticeable than the coating of dry saliva that coats my split lips. When I get up, the room rocks, almost throwing me off balance, and I reach for the wall. My fingers slide down the high gloss paint with a loud clatter, and I slump onto the carpet. Delila's eyes widen and she dashes to aid me. The room swirls before returning to normal, and Delila grabs my shoulder and pulls me to my feet. I draw myself to a stand, clutching the bedstead closely to

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.

"Tell me I did well. Tell me you’re proud of me." I felt a pang of heartache. Dr. Kent leaned toward me and explained, "She’s a patient in a psychiatric ward. She learned your name was Sydney, like her older sister. But she… she’s confused. She can’t separate dreams from reality. She has DRC—dream-reality confusion—a symptom sometimes seen in bipolar disorder." I stared at her sobbing, and my chest ached. Without thinking, I stepped forward, lifted her medal, and gently hung it around her neck. I hugged her tightly, tapping her back softly.

"Reducing the intensity of his delusional experiences, helping him function at basic levels but reversing the underlying damage? That would require neurological intervention we don't have available, and even if we did, there's no guarantee his consciousness could rebuild reliable reality testing after years of distorted perception." "So he's permanently trapped in his delusion," Damian concluded. "In many ways, yes," Dr. Marsh confirmed. "His consciousness has created a perfect prison—an elaborate fantasy that feels more real to him than actual reality, protected by damaged neurology that prevents him from recognizing it as fantasy. No external evidence can penetrate that construction becaus

“You had a couple of rough days.” A couple of rough days? “What do you mean? I took the pills you gave me, and I fell asleep…” Damiano raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you did. But that happened two days ago.” “What?” Her mouth fell open, and her eyes went wide. “Don’t worry, piccola. Dr. Falcone said it was predictable. During these past few days, you have gone through a lot, and your body has reacted to the stress. You ran a super high fever, which caused some delirious moments. You awoke a few times without being completely aware. You even talked in your sleep, calling my name... Lawry's... Your sister's…”

But how could I, one person, overpower three strong men? John pinned down my legs. Tom locked my arms. Jack pressed his hand firmly over my mouth to keep me from making any sound. Chloe pressed down on top of me, her foul breath spraying across my face. I felt dizzy and nauseous. "Stop struggling. It's useless!" Jack snarled viciously. "This is happening today, whether you like it or not!"

One of the few symptoms of mental exhaustion is delirium, losing your mind to your surroundings. I felt like I was in the passenger seat of a car driving really fast down a narrow road. The wind was blowing through my hair and I felt as if I could fly… I released a heavy breath as I opened my eyes. I was standing before the white house. There were a few people walking in and out laughing, drinking and having fun. Sigh, I needed a drink but I wasn't accustomed to drinking. Maybe I did and this was another mind test by Professor Faren pushing me to find a way out and resist his control over my mind.

"Is that true? Did you give me drugs that cause hallucinations?" Patricia looked confused. "I gave you a sedative. Just a normal sedative." "What kind of sedative?" "Lorazepam. It's very common." "Does lorazepam cause hallucinations?" Patricia shook her head. "No. Not usually. Unless you're allergic to it." "Am I allergic to it?" "I don't know. I didn't check your medical records." Dr. Harrison stepped forward. "Adeline has a rare condition that makes her sensitive to certain medications. Lorazepam can cause hallucinations in people with her condition."