Lobotomy Survivors Novels & Stories

Every page was backed by irrefutable data and recorded footage. The livestream comments were flooded with the same phrase, "Serves them right." Sabrina survived, but the XN Neurotoxin had destroyed her motor nerve center. As a result, she was paralyzed from the neck down. Her brain was still functioning well enough, so she could hear and see. However, she would never again be able to move even a single finger. She would be stuck on an ICU care bed for the rest of her life.

"And these areas—what do they control?" "The temporal lobe handles memory and emotional processing, while the parietal lobe manages sensory information and spatial awareness." She pointed to different areas on the scans. "See these darker regions? That's where we're seeing reduced activity." I leaned forward, studying the images. "What are her chances? Really?" Dr. Matthews' expression turned serious. "Without intervention? Less than 20% chance of regaining consciousness. With these surgeries?" She paused. "We could be looking at 70-80% success rate."

It was a call from Karin. “Yes?” Kenji answered, not bothering to disguise his voice. He hoped Karin would recognize it, even though they hadn’t spoken in a long time. --- *Lobotomy, or leukotomy, is a form of neurosurgical treatment for psychiatric or neurological disorders that involves severing connections in the brain's prefrontal cortex.

I didn't need to react to let him know how disheartening the news was. The image of my husband's huge form jerking violently and uncontrollably was still stuck in my head. I couldn't move or stand or speak and kept on staring helplessly. I didn't even feel a thing when I was being dragged off to the waiting room. And as the name implied, we stayed here for a long time. When Doctor Bruno finally showed, it was with even more disheartening news. The fluid buildup had increased, causing pressure on the temporal lobe, which is responsible for memory and language. And they couldn't even proceed with treatment because his vitals were unstable. The only option was to contain it before wheeling him

The words of the doctor began to play in her head. "Your son suffered from major brain stem injury. It's a surprise that he's still alive, not to mention his broken spinal cord and femur bone. Your son will never be able to wake up and even if he does, he would be paralyzed for life. It's best to disconnect his life support, keeping him alive is like torture." Those were the words of the doctor after Liam's surgery on the day of the accident.

Brown replied, "The vital signs are all very good." “Yes, but there was a hematoma that caused all of Luna's memories to be lost. She has no recollection of the past, which is fine if the blood clot is located in a position that is difficult to remove and requires multiple operations before it ruptures.” “I wonder if this patient can be transferred to me?” Brown suddenly suggested to Professor Allen's surprised eyes, "I'm going to get my degree in brain science soon. Recently, I am in need of a topic to research for this thesis, I think this is a good opportunity for me to study this case more deeply.”

Lidia, who would have lived for another three to five years even without the transplant, was tormented day after day until she died less than a year later. When she passed, she was just skin and bones, her face sallow and yellow—even more pathetic than when I had first been brought to the Ironwood family. And Damine, after years of this mental torment, could no longer hold a surgical knife. Whenever he saw one, he would see my image lying on an operating table, covered in blood. His hands would begin to shake uncontrollably, forcing him to abandon surgery and switch to medical research. But even that he did poorly. His life was completely ruined.

It was a slow-acting lobotomy. "He's been drugging you," the technician said, looking at Ethan with pity. "Whoever is administering this... they aren't trying to help you remember. They are trying to ensure you never do." Ethan felt the world tilt. The headaches. The gaps in his time. The way he felt detached from his own life. It wasn't the crash. It was Chloe. It was Victor. He looked up, his eyes hardening into diamonds. "Can you reverse it?" "With immediate cessation and a counter-agent, perhaps," the technician said. "But Mr. Cole, if you stop taking it abruptly, the withdrawal could be severe. Hallucinations. Violent mood swings. It could kill you."

“Oh yes. My pets are werewolves but they are mindless robots. You know what a lobotomy is? Well, if you take a werewolf and perform a lobotomy with a silver spike, but you leave the spike inside they are unable to heal the damage and they grow simple-minded and easy to control.” “So what do you think you can actually learn from me?” Amanda asked, trying to keep her mind focused on the questions to ask rather than the pain that wracked her body from her fingers and her ankle. All the while the assistant prepared to take another fingernail. “What if nothing happens and I’m just a normal human like anyone else?” “Well, then I suppose you’ll just die sooner rather than later and we’ll simply hav

The data showed that he could have the artificial hippocampus inserted in him. “Your data matches, Bro!” declared Nial. “You may undergo the surgery. If nothing else is keeping you, we can start the craniotomy. Need I remind you, however, that the chance of success is very small. If we fail, you may not be able to wake up. Even if we succeed, you may very well end up paralyzed. Think this through.” Anthony, though his expression was calm, had a look of determination flaring in his eyes. “Alright, we may proceed,” he replied.