Manic Episode Pupils Novels & Stories

Symptoms such as irritability and restlessness gradually emerged, usually in a state of extreme panic. He transformed from a bloodthirsty and sharp lion cub into a frantic little beast. He often avoided crowds and hid in dark corners, frequently in a state of extreme anxiety. In such situations, Mr. Marcus would often experience blood-soaked hallucinations, wielding a knife and slashing people... Chopped people into minced meat, this extremely cruel imagery further deepened young Marcus's panic. He became increasingly irritable, angry, impulsive, and bloodthirsty, which further amplified the effects of the hallucinogen.

“I want you two not to hold back and beat me.” Kyle and Solomon did not see that coming. Before they were ready, Blair pulled a punch at them. Solomon ducked and tried to seek help. “Kyle, hurry up and come up with an idea. We can’t beat him.” “I don’t have any ideas.” Kyle was focused on dodging the attacks. Blair’s loss of control was likely a manic episode from his hereditary mental illness. He suffered an episode five years ago. At the time, they had to inject him with something to calm him down.

"Reinforced glass partition. Security personnel nearby. You can leave at any time." "What's his current mental state?" Olivia asked. "Fluctuating. He has periods of clarity mixed with delusional episodes. The physical symptoms are constant—the tremors, the paralysis. But mentally, he's... unstable." "Define unstable," I said. "He sometimes believes he's still running his company. Asks staff about meetings that don't exist, projects that were never real. Other times he's lucid and expresses what appears to be genuine remorse." "Appears to be?"

I was in my underwear, Nazar fully dressed, standing with me under freezing water. "Ann! Anya, snap out of it! I’m not going to kill you!" the man growled, so close to me. I saw his furious green eyes, filled with… concern, and water streaming down his face. "You’re having a panic attack and a hard crash from whatever shit you took! First comes euphoria and pink ponies on a flower meadow. Then aggression, panic, fear attacks. You’re freaking out right now, your brain is drawing horror scenes! You might even start hallucinating! Don’t trust what you feel… at least for the next few hours!"

When I press the gauze pad against his shoulder, his head turns slightly, and we are inches apart. I can now see the exact moment when his control starts to wane because his pupils are dilated and his eyes are black. He glances down at my mouth, and without even meaning to, my lips part a little. The air between us is heavy, like something’s about to snap — like that split second before a storm hits. “What the hell happened in here?”

Yet all that brushed my face was the rush of air. I opened my eyes again and saw Mason trying his best to control his fists. It was written all over his face—he was fighting with everything in him not to hurt me. The veins on his forehead stood out like they were about to burst. This was the first time I'd ever witnessed him stop himself from lashing out during a manic episode. But a second later, Mason suddenly rushed toward the wall, let out a guttural roar, and slammed his head against it over and over.

"She thought we were the same age. But we are not twins. Not even close. The story they gave her has holes. I watched her face change when I said it. She looked lost. Like everything she believed was cracking." I swallowed hard. "Then it happened. Her eyes went white. Completely white. No color, no pupils, just flat white for three or four seconds. Her whole body went stiff. When it passed, she blinked, and she was back to normal. Calm. In control. Like nothing had happened. She did not even know it." Aurelian's eyes widened. His shoulders went still. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

His vitals were all over the place, his temperature fluctuating wildly, and he kept going into seizures that the medication couldn't control. I'd read through his file six times already, trying to figure out what I was missing. Something about this case felt off, but I couldn't put my finger on what. "Alright," I said quietly to myself, picking up the penlight to check his pupil responses. "Let's see what's really going on here." I lifted his eyelid and immediately froze. His eyes were flickering between brown and gold, shifting back and forth like he was fighting something internally. Oh shit. He wasn't human.

The other party was being held, which made it impossible for him to escape. He was still shocked that Zorion caught his act. "You're so young. How did you know? Are you a drug addict yourself?" The man's hair covered his eyes, but Zorion could see them. Zorion lowered his gaze at the gloves he was wearing. His smile was elegant, "I refuse to answer your questions. Next time, if you want to act like a drug addict, you'd better take some of them. Otherwise, I won't believe you. A drug addict's pupils are as small as the tip of a needle. That's why their visions are blurry, and they hallucinate. Your knowledge is too shallow."

The look he is giving me scares me silly. I had called him last night, informing him about Eren's current predicament, so I am really looking forward to hearing what he has to say. The doctor's expression turns somber. " The alpha simply had an episode last night. It's not uncommon for people with his condition to experience these episodes." He rules. His words though few, manages to snatch my smile away For a moment I feel a glimmer of disappointment. My heart feels heavy and an unsettling frown creeps out ward.