Doctor Two-brains の小説・ストーリー

My powers were limited in that I could not impact communication from the device. Adam, Josie, and I had discussed the potential of having it removed but I did advise them it was in an intricate part of the brain. The risk would be high that she would either not make it out of the surgery or would potentially have brain damage. I agreed to consult with Doctor Rivers on his knowledge of doctors who might specialize in this type of surgery with high success rates.

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.

"Strokes? As in plural?" "Three. This one and two other mini strokes somewhere in the last five to ten years they're guessing. Dr. Sandhar, who by the way is a neurologist, said there's evidence of two others. They leave something like a scar on your brain. I don't know. Anyway, she said high blood pressure ages your organs and brain. They double checked the MRI to make sure it was yours because she thought she was looking at the scans of a fifty to a sixty-year-old man with sickle cell." "I don't understand." My mind begins to swim with the information she unloads on me.

Blake’s head snapped toward me so fast I was surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. “What are you saying?” he demanded. The doctors exchanged looks. The younger one scribbled something on a chart like that would fix any of this. “I think,” the older doctor began carefully, “that we may be dealing with some… delusional memories. It’s not uncommon after traumatic brain injury. We’ll schedule an MRI and—” “I don’t have brain damage,” I snapped, then gave a humourless little laugh because, okay, I could practically hear the universe going sure. “Or if I do, it’s the least of my problems.”

"But really, no, I'm not pregnant." The doctor looked straight into her eyes, as if he was reading her soul. "Then what's the problem Draya. You can always talk to me. Aside from studying cognitive psychology and all, I also studied neurology. I know how the nervous system works. And I know you're very nervous right now. Spill it out, you never know, I may be of help." The doctor ended up shrugging and giving her an encouraging look.

the doctor explained in detail. ​"So, everything is truly alright, Doctor? No complications with her brain?" I asked again, making absolutely sure, desperate to banish the remaining fear still lingering in my mind. ​"Indeed, everything is perfectly fine, sir. Her neurological functions suffer no impairment whatsoever. It is now just a matter of physical recovery and proper nutrition," the doctor stated firmly, reassuring me.