Doctor Two-brains Novels & Stories

Norman replied. I patted his shoulder and hurried into the room. The doctor was indeed asking my father some questions, so I waited until he was done before I demanded answers. "His brain is scrambled due to his fall and he can't remember some things, but it's nothing to be overly concerned about." Doctor Dominguez assured me. "His memories will definitely return fully in a few days but for the time being, he needs a lot of rest and he should avoid staring at screens." "Screens?"

The doctor responded, "I will explain; when you bumped your head and body, it rattled your brain around in your skull damaging delicate tissues. Damaging some parts of the brain can cause problems in connectivity regions called diaschisis that has been linked to an imbalance in brain chemistry, specifically in the neurotransmitter acetylcholine which helps regulate signaling in the brain and plays an important role in attention and motivation" "Wait a minute, doc, don't you have a simpler explanation? My brain is bleeding and I still can't understand what you're saying," Kheed said, his hands on his head. The doctor chuckled, "Brain injury isn't like a broken bone or laceration. Brains are m

The screen flickered with lines of code, graphs and charts, a dizzying array of information that only the doctor can decipher. My eyes dart to the two doctors, my mind racing with the implications of their actions. The helmet, the computers, and the manual switch all part of the twins sinister move. A machine designed to wipe away my thoughts and memories. The air in the room is thick with tension, the only sound I hear is the soft tapping of the doctor’s fingers on the keyboard and the steady hum of the machines. My soul is trapped into a complete nightmare that I cannot awaken from. I look over at the twins, a smile on their faces. I was going to fucking kill them for what they are doing t

"Clear your mind Ezra, you are going to be needing it." He then sent a mindlink to the whole pack, and Nina was surprised to hear his voice in her head too. "I already know what you were going to say." She made an attempt to joke, and to her surprise, he chuckled, but his expression quickly turned back into that of worry. "Let me check with some people to see if I can find a neurosurgeon." Nina nodded. 'Nina, I just found a doctor.. I made my research on him. He has been a working ok brains for twenty two years, and he has had numerous successful surgeries and won many awards. But he is human.' Nina suddenly heard Claire's voice in her head.

Listening to Brian's rant, the doctor, a few years younger than Brian, realized what might be wrong with him, though the doctor is a few years younger than Brian, he knew more about relationships and feelings than Brian did. After what seemed like minutes of silence, the doctor spoke up, saying, "Um, Mr. Brian, I think your 'condition' is more of a personal problem." "I don't understand what you mean," Brian said, then paused before continuing, "Wait! ...it's not beating fast anymore." He said then continued to touch his chest. Dumbfounded by the sight of the funny and clueless side of Brian, the doctor could only stare at him speechlessly.

he continued. “That's what I had thought too, but after she said what she just said I took a closer look. Look at these,” he explained while his fingers roam over the images in his hand. I was in the hospital, in a room where two men I never saw before speaking about me without involving me in the conversation. It felt strange. “What are those?” The young man asked. “Dents. They’re so small, that's how I missed them. Even though they are small they still can cause a big effect on the brain and it's not a good one,” the doctor explained.

"Please, just promise me...together, we keep doing this together...I can't lose you...not again." Dr. Newell cleared his throat. "If it helps, a colleague of mine up in Cleveland's Neurological Clinic specializes in brain memory and it's functions. He's the best in the world. I can send him everything we've gather from your tests and examinations and let him take a look. But it might be several weeks, or even months before he can get back to me." Chrissie nodded and turned to the doctor. "That will be fine. What should I do in the meantime?"

The doctor smiled, “it's fine dear, you need not to apologize. I understand. Olivia nodded. The doctor cleared his throat, and adjusted his rimless glasses, before he began. “I'm sure your mom already told you about her leg.” “Yeah, it's not true right?” Olivia asked, her voice tensed and impatient. The doctor took in a deep breath, before returning his gaze at her and nodded. “It's true dear, the brain tumor affected her cellebrum and wasn't removed on the earlier stage, leading to hemiplegia.”

Josh asked. “What do you think you should do?” Frank asked him. Josh wasn’t sure at all. He was about to decide when his doctor suddenly walked into his room to tell him about his condition. “Hi there, Mr Clinton,” the doctor greeted. “Hello doctor,” Josh responded. “So, your MRI scans just came back and I’m pleased to tell you that you have nothing to worry about because your brain activity is normal and there are no abnormalities in any way,” The doctor said. “That’s great news,” Chris said happily and Frank nodded in agreement.

I stood there all through her examination, I postponed every other task as I waited for the doctor to come out and tell me what is wrong with my wife. When the doctor finally got out, I blocked his path and inquired about her, but he wasn’t forthcoming with the information I needed. He kept trying to butter me up, telling me how the skull is so soft and how we need to be very careful because he sees signs of a traumatic brain injury(TBI).