Malignant Cast 소설 & 이야기

“I... I just took a dump.” Twitching my lips out of disgust, I snorted. “Gross. Do you want second round?” “No. I can... I c-can still handle. Ugh!” he whined, pressing his belly hard. I just shook my head as I turned to the middle-aged man in front. “Anyone?” Professor Pantoja asked in the middle of his discussion. “If the magnitude of positive numbers is just the binary representation, then the magnitude of negative numbers is found by what?”

She walked through everything at a pace calibrated to how much a room could absorb at once. “The LDH elevation is significant,” she said. “Combined with the imaging, the location and margins of the mass, and the symptom timeline.” A pause, not the careful kind Dr. Danielson had used but a different one, the pause of someone choosing accuracy over comfort. “All signs at this point strongly suggest malignancy. I want to be clear about that, while also being clear that we don’t have a confirmed diagnosis yet. That’s what the workup is for.” Malignancy.

Then I hugged the pillow tight. -- "But Dr. Red..." I protested. "You can't, yet... When it’s okay, then you can disclose result.” Dr. Red said. “So, what’s your findings?” "Malignant Intracranial Neoplasm, chemotherapy won’t work anymore; impossible for radiation therapy, only positive process is surgery. Medulloblastoma is spreading throughout the craniospinal intradural axis but of course need to ask his cardiologist first on what's the heart condition of the patient."

It let me know that whoever had been here probably left only a few hours ago. But now I sniff again and take in the aroma of rust and bitterness, and yes, I’m looking at blood. Someone has painted on these walls with blood. “What the fuck?” I murmur. “Who would do this?” “Moon Casters,” Cassian says. The disgust in his voice is clear. “There’s nothing they won’t do. Sap the magic from the moon, kill all the humans so they can have more power. Of course they would bleed their enemies to draw their little pictures. They probably feasted on their flesh afterward. I bet that was what the fire was about.”

"Know what?" Dr. Kovák sighed, rubbing his temple. "We typically wouldn't share all of this at once. You're still recovering from a traumatic injury, and layering additional diagnoses can be overwhelming—" "Just tell me," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. The doctors exchanged another glance. "Your blood work showed some concerning markers," Dr. Kovač said finally. "Specifically, elevated levels that can indicate malignancy." The word hung in the air. Malignancy. Cancer.