Lobotomy Survivors Novels & Stories

“The scan results are clear. This is the third time and you know it. The fall four years ago caused severe damage to your orbitofrontal lobe, and you need to have surgery.” “But you said there is a risk of me losing my mercy,” Liam argued back. “Ten percent, Liam. It's not that high.” “But it's still possible, Vance!” “Jesus Christ! Why the fuck are you so stubborn!” Dr. Vance slammed before running his fingers over his hair in frustration. “If you won't get the surgery then at least tell her. She's your wife!” “No!” Liam’s voice thundered. “We’re not telling her anything. You'll keep this away from her.”

Massimo finally asked the most important question of all, squeezing Alice’s hand “When will this happen? When will I stop feeling like my legs are numb and will I be able to move them again?” “Massimo…” Dr. Lewis remained silent for a moment longer, but the sadness in his gaze was enough to make Alice’s heart sink “I’m sorry, but... You won't regain full control over your movements. At least, not like before. Do you remember what I said? Your case was the most serious of all, until now. There were many variables and important reconstructions that could not be fully realized.” His words became faster while Massimo remained petrified, with his blank expression “But, don't take this as a failur

It was labeled 'Alps-06-Archive. "I told you I found evidence that Vincenzo was paying for Maria’s care before the accident," I said, scrolling through the digitized medical charts. "But look at the dates. He wasn't just paying for a facility. He was paying for a procedure. Specifically, a high-risk neurological intervention designed to suppress traumatic memory and reinforce 'suggested' narratives." Julian leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he read the technical jargon. "He didn't just save her. He lobotomized her personality. He turned her into a blank slate so he could write whatever story he wanted into her head."

he asked quietly. I drew in a shaky breath and nodded. “We found a tumor in Lady Margot’s brain,” I began softly. “And it’s… huge. It’s benign, but it’s pressing on her temporal lobe. We’ve scheduled her for immediate surgery, but there’s a risk you need to be prepared for. If she survives…” I swallowed hard, looking at each one of them. “She may never fully recover.” No one spoke after that. The silence was heavy enough to crush.

On how Luzy sacrificed her life to save mine How I wish I could forget about it all, and yet he called me lucky? My fist curled into ball as I contain myself from punching him again. “Everyone who was with me died in the middle of the process, leaving me as the only survivor. They thought I was a success, but there was a problem when they implanted the chip in my brain. My body rejects it so, they only give me an eye for it. As a reminder that they were closely getting there. But you, your body positively reacted and fused with it bearing no side effects."

She couldn't believe that she'd gone through all that. How horrible it would have been for her. "You came down with a trauma." Rob continued in a sad voice. "And you had fainting episodes." He paused and sighed heavily. "When I took you to the hospital, the doctor confirmed that you had developed a tumor in your brain. We had to take it out immediately, Love. Your life was in great danger." Tumor. Fainting episodes. That was bad. "And after the surgery." Rob lifted her head and made her stare at him. "You started forgetting things. You forgot most of our happy memories."

"But my results speak for themselves. Sixteen patients with severe neurological damage now leading normal lives, despite being declared permanent vegetative cases." Lucas's attention sharpens. "And the patients who didn't recover?" "Four didn't survive the procedure," she admits without hesitation. "Three remained unchanged. But consider this—all twenty-three were given zero chance of recovery through conventional means." A heavy silence falls over the room. Lucas moves to the window, staring out at the hospital grounds below as he processes this information. Serena watches him, concern etched across her features. "What exactly is this procedure?" she asks, turning back to Dr. Mercer.

"But what if I don’t get everything back? What if parts of me are just… lost forever?" Luke leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed. "Then you make peace with it." Jasper turned to him, surprised by the certainty in his voice. Luke continued, “In the army, we called it TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury). As a combat medic, I tended to wounded soldiers who suffered from TBI due to loud explosions or impacts on the head during battles. Some recovered fully with their memories intact, some lost memories which they recovered slowly over the years, while some were wiped clean; no memory recovery. I know how you feel, boss. I had seen people take their own lives because they felt empty—like they were

He explained in a weak tone as he tried to keep his voice steady the best he could. "Will she remember when she was little?" Someone asked from the side. "No, I believe I already told you this the first time. The procedure destroyed most of the temporal lobe. That's why I said that it was important for Lu." The scientist coughed as he caught himself from naming someone in this room. He cleared his throat as he grabbed at his collar again. "That's why I said it was best for her husband to create memories with her before hand." The scientist stated, feeling exasperated.

1 Leo waited until I looked back at him before he said, "is there no hope? at all?" "No", I shook my head with a smile, "the doctors all said I should be lucky I only got out with losing my hearing. Between the head trauma, the blood loss and the period of time I was stuck with very little to no oxygen inside the car, I was in a coma for two weeks. It's a miracle I even woke up, and even a bigger one I'm still alive and running."