Doctor Two-brains Novels & Stories

The doctor explained. "Who give up"He asked. "Mrs Brown is found dead this morning " Naoh brain attacks him at that moment, pressure and over flow of blood went to his brain unknown faces comes to his brain and different scene comes to his view,he couldn't take it and fell to the ground. T.B.C

Synopsis The organization gave me three months to destroy the Blackwood brothers. I only needed three weeks. Alexander Blackwood was the cold, calculating heir to a billion-dollar empire. Adrian, his twin, ruled the city's brutal underground. Together, they were untouchable. My mission was simple: infiltrate their lives, earn their trust, and turn them against each other. And I succeeded. Or so I thought. Because the moment the brothers began fighting over the secrets I'd planted between them, I discovered the truth. They knew I was a spy. They had known from the beginning. Then I became pregnant. Suddenly, my organization wanted me captured, the Blackwood brothers wanted me prote

The steady, rhythmic beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor was the first thing that pulled Gbemisola from the darkness. Her head throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache, and her eyelids felt as though they had been sealed shut with lead. Slowly, the world began to bleed in—a sterilized white ceiling, the scent of antiseptic, and the mechanical pulse of the machine that proved she was still breathing.

I remember her touching the mirror I had punched after our argument. “What happens in these cases is that the brain is not connected to the body. The body may recognise it, but mind and body do not always go hand in hand. It's person-to-person relative.” I run my hand through my hair, looking at Selena, who seems deep in thought and lost because of my conversation with the doctor, who gives me some more memory tasks and recommendations to pass on to her. “Let's go,” I say once the doctor has no more questions or tests to run.

“Papa Puzzle, why can't you get up? I wish we could play again like we used to.” Zavier sighed, finding it difficult to speak but trying hard to calm his son. “Papa needs time to heal, dear. But I promise, once you feel better, we'll play together again. We can do whatever you want.” “You have a split brain like Joen?” he asked innocently. Hearing that, Zavier couldn't help but laugh and simply replied, “yes, we both had our brains split by Mr. Doctor.” Joen was delighted and grasped Zavier's hand tightly. “Joen knows, we must have the same brain, filled with too many puzzles.”

********************* (Meanwhile, At Swolviski Hospital) (After Austin's limb surgery) Doctor Lewiski: (To Austin) Okay, put your legs down and walk over there slowly (points in the opposite direction) Austin: Okay (he walks over in the opposite direction slowly and spreads out his arms to keep him steady) (A few seconds later) Doctor Lewiski: Good one, you made it, Do you feel pains in your joints? Austin: Yeah, slight pains Doctor Lewiski: It'll subside over time Austin: Okay, what now? Doctor Lewiski: We're moving onto the next and difficult part of your treatment, Your brain treatment Austin: I'm anxious, what if I don't survive this? Doctor Lewiski: You will, Your brain isn't damaged, y

A slight nod from Xaver and the young doctor let out a smooth, "Come in" Sreya waltzed in, forehead creased in a deep frown, her eyes cast downward at a document as her lips moved in sync albeit absentmindedly, "Richard, Mrs. Braxton's brain damage seems more complicated than we thought. I just carried out multiple X-rays—" she halted mid sentence. Xaver felt her before his eyes saw her. —She had a walk like water but she was fire and she was gold. She was bronze too— Up close, she was a fucking vision.

She sighed. “You’re costing me so much in hair dye,” she muttered. She checked my pupils. Checked my reflexes. Checked the latest scan. No new lesions. No hemorrhage. There is no clear reason for why my brain had dropped into a pattern none of her textbooks had words for. “Two architectures, one skull,” she told Dante over a video call, holding the phone so he could see my face. His shoulder was in a sling, his expression stubbornly bright. “Think of it like—what’s that game you play where you stack stupid blocks until everything collapses?”

The image blurred, then sharpened. Two flickers. Not one. Two. "Twins," I whispered. "No." Dr. Hayes shook her head slowly. "Not twins. Look." She pointed at the screen. At the space between the flickers. They weren't separate. They were connected. Two heartbeats. One body. "What the hell is that?" Kael moved to the other side of the table. His shoulder brushed mine. He didn't pull away. Dr. Hayes's hand trembled slightly.

"Awake? Lucid?" "He's asking for you," the doctor says. "Both of you. By name." "We're coming," Alex says, already moving. "Wait," the doctor says. "There's... something else." He pauses. "He's saying strange things, Mr. Reed. The nurses are... disturbed. He claims he's... multiple people." "Multiple people?" I ask. "We think it's severe brain damage. Dissociative identity disorder triggered by the trauma." We race to the hospital. The streets of DC are empty.