Dr.flug X Demencia 소설 & 이야기

Fynn faced Noah, “The bullet is indeed made out of mental power. The residue left inside the case was enough for us to identify it. Not only is it made out of mental power, but the mental power in question belongs to an S-ranked Fluxer. The terrorists must have figured out a way for S-ranked Fluxers to condense mental power into a solid form.” Noah’s eyes lit up, and he tapped his fingers against the table, “I remember that Druxa Pharmaceuticals has an S-ranked Fluxer working for them. And they were recently VERY eager to hire more of them…” Fynn’s face finally broke out in a smile, “That’s right. And do you know how many S-ranked Fluxers there are in Concordia?” Fynn rose four fingers. “The

The woman said sweetly to him, doing a complete one-eighty from how she spoke to me. “Yes Aria, I’m Doctor Smith. Well, there was brain trauma which is why it took so long for you to wake up, you had a pretty nasty bruise on the back of your head from blunt force trauma.” He turned to the nurse and said, “it’s possible to have amnesia after such nasty hit.” He opened his mouth to continue talking when the blonde man ran back in the room and thrust the cup of water at my face. “Thank you,” I whispered before grabbing the cup and slowly sipping it. When I finished, I crumpled the paper cup until my knuckles turned white. Why the fuck was this happening to me? Who are these people?

I don't know why I'm having these flashbacks and every time I tried to recall them it always lead me to nothing. "Dylan, are you okay? You're spacing out again," she worriedly said. "I'm okay. Don't worry about me, how are you feeling now?" "Tired and sleepy, but I'm fine," she quickly responds. "Who is Fugly?" "He is a retired demon," I said. "You can retire from being a demon?" she asks a question like an innocent curious child. "Let's just say he is like Barbie, a fallen angel. I don’t know his story but maybe Fugly gets tired of being bad." I chuckle. "It's a long journey ahead of us. You better get some sleep and rest to regain your strength."

Aveline, however, acted as if she hadn't heard, standing in the corner with her eyes downcast, her lips pressed into a straight line. Lucas ignored Frederick's comments. He was too preoccupied with his frantic search for Leo to care about his and Aveline's situation. It seemed like he really needed to find something else for Frederick to focus on. About two hours later, Barbara's test results came out. The doctor looked at the report and said, "Madam Barbara's brain has been stimulated, which helped her remember some things from the past. But this doesn't mean her dementia is cured. It's like a ticking time bomb - we don't know when her condition might get worse again."

It would be the imaginary scene that illustrates the death of Lucy, also her rebirth of becoming a succubus. On several first attempts, the beginning of the dancing scene really made my face burned over and over again. How am I gonna keep my consciousness, or even sanity, if Clayton held me close and dragged down his lips from my forehead to my stomach??? I kept making mistakes on the dancing steps and forgot the lyrics that I was about to sing because my mind always went blank whenever I saw his face just an inch from mine.

"I don't understand what exactly you're talking about, Doc. What do you mean by special diseases?" "Did Mr. Sanders not tell you?" Shienna shook her head and confirmed the expressions of the doctors in front of her, who soon arrived with the name 'Dr. Jayme Demir' written on their clothes. She smiled briefly and greeted Shienna. "I'm Dr. Jayme Demir, treating Mrs. Alice Sanders for the past few years. Bryan may not have said anything as he was unsure of our diagnosis. But I'll explain it to you now. Mrs. Alice Sanders suffered from Schizophrenia and Alzheimer's, which caused her to experience hallucinations and memory loss. For more details on how she is at home, you can ask Bryan."

My fingers tightened around the notebook in my hand, my knuckles turning pale. Whispers of doubt rippled through the room, and Ruby’s eyes instantly reddened. "If you’re saying it was yours, then show us. Demonstrate it right now." I forced down the hatred surging inside me and pointed toward Morgan Grant, an earth-element user, who was hovering on the brink of awakening, yet was stuck at a bottleneck. "His mental threshold is unstable. Since you have this Spark of Dominion, go ahead and help him break through." Ruby froze for a split second, then quickly composed herself. She stepped forward with confidence, placing her hand against the man’s forehead in a practiced gesture.

There are so many people around her, they want to help her plan this so she won't fail it. "Have you given him the flurazepam?" The old man that looks to be around seventy questioned. His lips are rotten yellow, almost yawing brown due to kolanut, cocaine, marijuana and cigarette. "Yes, but his memories are still kind of fresh, they move around but still are in one place. I thought he won't remember his wife but he did and now he is accusing my stepbrother of murdering his mother. We need something stronger, this won't work on him." She explained, moving closer to him on the dirty old couch. If not that she is desperate, she wouldn't have entered that filthy place. This is not the time for h

I said, pointing them to the room. “What happened to you? “Why are you looking like this?” My father asked as soon as he set his eyes on me. “I will tell you everything later, dad. Daniel is …?” “The patient suffered a mild concussion; he should be sent to the hospital for treatment,” Dr. Martin said, interrupting my sentence. I heaved a sigh of relief at those words. I hadn't killed him.

Flavia asked as she placed her bag on the table. "Yes, Miss. But I just received a notification that Dr. Freddie can't make it. His daughter suddenly fell ill," Mrs. Mary explained, making Flavia pause. "Don't worry, Miss, Dr. Freddie has asked his colleague to replace him. He said it's his college friend."