Delirium Novels & Stories

The doctor said, Delilah (Aviva) raised her right hand with ease. “Splendid!, I will love to see you back here by 5pm!.” He told her and stood up, he helped her stand up and took her to her room. —— Since the incident, Delilah (Aviva) had been living in the headquarters, she was partially paralyzed, with a fracture score, the agency expected her to have a mental in balance but instead she was fine though the doctors fear she might still have some undiscovered mental illness or worse it might affect her when she gets older.

"Oh God, Sam! Did you have to scare us like that?" "I scared you?" I smile slightly. "Tell me what I did." "Sam, your physical condition isn't good. You not only had a nervous breakdown, but also had a minor stroke," Emilia says softly. "Oh," that's all I say. When your whole world seemed to fall apart, what else you can say? I'm not weak, I'm not willing to feel weak, but I'm not myself anymore. Something inside me has broken, it's empty now. "You have been sleeping for three days, Samlin Greenham!" Lucas pats me gently on my head. "How is your brain? How do you feel? Should we call the doctor now, eh?"

Babi pov I went in to change but I wanted to take a shower so I headed towards the washroom. Maybe it was because of tequila I wasn’t feeling a little bit dizzy. I felt like I was walking on a tight-fitted rope. My mind was under full control but my body was on its own. It wasn’t working as it planned. I saw soap lying on the floor and I panicked like hell. It was already really hard to walk straight, and as soon as I saw soap, in an attempt to dodge it I fell on the floor really badly.

Not gone. But quieter. Less consuming. Seraphine stepped closer, watching carefully. “His system’s stabilizing neurologically,” she said under her breath. “But he’s disoriented. The stimulant… it can cause cognitive fragmentation.” Damon didn’t look away from Luca. “What does that mean in normal language?” “It means his brain is trying to catch up with his body,” she said. “And it’s pulling from memory to do it.” Damon’s stomach dropped. Memory.

Percival asked, ready to face whatever comes, even if it means dealing with someone who's lost their marbles, as long as Eulalia doesn't die. But Percival was oversimplifying things. "The dosage from those five injections has made Ms. Clearwater delirious, with disordered memory," the doctor said. "What does 'disordered memory' mean?" "We're currently looking at two possibilities. The best-case scenario is she forgets everything, and the worst-case is she only remembers the stuff that scares her." Fear is an inevitable negative emotion, but being constantly trapped in fear, anxiety, and dread is lethal, even without stomach cancer.

’ Marsh settled himself back against the pillows. Dustin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, making Jill ache to inspect that bruise, ‘Maybe China will fall down a flight of stairs and hit her head. If she doesn’t remember who you are, you might have a better chance with her.’ Marsh ignored him. ‘I can just feel those long, slender legs right now, locked around me in . . .’ ‘Perhaps a neurologist should examine him,’ Jill interrupted, ‘He appears to be suffering from delusions.’ Dustin laughed. Their eyes met again, and she smiled tentatively.

They didn’t even get past the friendship phase. Our mother didn’t even hesitate. She simply nodded, calm and direct, like she’d just confirmed the weather. “No! That’s not true! He’s going to love me soon!” Ice insisted, shaking her head stubbornly like the very idea of rejection physically pained her. I was about to roll my eyes when Mom spoke again. “Do you even know what diagnosis a doctor would give you if you got yourself checked, Ice?” Ice blinked, confused. “Delusional disorder. And you’d be prescribed some delulu pills,” Mom added dryly, barely even blinking as she said it.

"Why won't anyone believe me?! You're his cousin! You know us! You know I would never make this up!" "I know that grief can do terrible things to the human mind, especially after losing a child," the doctor said gently, though her eyes remained entirely closed off. She turned her head slightly to the nurse by the door. "Make a note of the elevated agitation. She's still deeply entrenched in her persecutory delusions." "No! Wait, please don't write that down!" I panicked, scrambling across the bed toward her. "Don't walk away from me! Just give me a chance to prove it!"

“They… they…” Moana immediately leaned in, blocking my view. “Father, do not strain yourself. You need to rest.” Harold’s jaw clenched. “Let him speak.” The energy in the room shifted, tense and sharp. My father took a breath that sounded painful. “They did this.” Valery stepped forward instantly. “He is delirious. The medication confuses him. He does not know what he is saying.” But he looked straight at her. His eyes were clear. Too clear.

She alerted the guards who took Serena and Lexis back to the house. Trying to ease her pain, Serena ended up getting addicted to benzodiazepines. She became depressed and suffered from delirium. She would sometimes forget everyone including Lexis and times when she remembers anything, all she could say is 'Alexander' whenever she sees him. She tends to be illusional most times too. Being so young, Lexis didn't know what to do or how to help his mother. She became useless in the house and was always in her room while everyone forgot about her.