Medical Novels & Stories

Gabriel's Everyone was kind of dumbstruck while looking at the professor who keeps on clapping while looking at Maze. He then smiled before facing the projection and used the remote to show another slide. The slide contains the patient's diagnosis chart. The whole class fell in silence as we all focused on the encircled phrase at the lower part of the slide which proves that Maze's diagnosis is correct. The patient really has schizoaffective disorder.

“I want you to come to me though.” He halted and watched in amusement. “You like to be made a fuss about when you’re sick?” “Not usually.” I was the type who liked being left alone in peace rather than be made a fuss about, even though I liked having someone around if I was ill. “J-Just come.” “Okay.” He said and went off into the kitchen

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Nik replied. We were all in the hospital floor of Evan's pack house, waiting for our friends to wake up. The doctors assured us that our friends and the humans were fine, just knocked out. They said that they thought since they had better healing, Dolph, Theo and Penny would awake before Lance and the other humans. Of course, they didn't really know since the bomb also contained silver.

"I know… but did you love him? Did you? You two were always so..." "Stop," Quill interrupted sharply, cutting him off before the spiral could start. He grabbed a clean cloth and pressed it gently against Hawk's side. "You're already breathing too heavy for me to work." Hawk didn't say anything at first, but his shoulders still rose and fell unevenly. Quill sighed, setting the machine down and shifting until he straddled Hawk in the chair. He kept the cloth pressed against Hawk's ribs. Hawk groaned dramatically. "Get off me. You're gonna break the damn chair."

It was a weakness similar to having been laying in bed for weeks at a time, Will had experienced this once before when he was hospitalized for pneumonia and his muscles had atrophied. Suddenly a rough arm grabbed his neck and picked him up, Will started screaming and flailing immediately out of fear. Whoever grabbed him just continued carrying Will this way, while shouting something unintelligible. Will continued to struggle until he felt the surroundings getting warmer. [My eyes have been closed this whole time] Will had suddenly realized because his surroundings had also become brighter, but he could only see a blurry red light. However before Will could manage to open his eyes, he felt th

In this desolate area, the sacred forest, poisonous water, people do not have to worry about setting a password for fatigue. Dean turned on the wifi, the “ting ting” of the message endlessly, thrown into a quiet space. Dean reached out and turned off the volume. A few minutes passed, the phone screen was still bright, even though he put it on mode for ten seconds, it would turn itself off. Dean thought he should sit at the desk to handle the work but the mosquitoes in the mountains cannot be despised, each one is as big as a grasshopper. Competing with guerrillas, stinging quickly to make him itchy the whole body, unable to concentrate on work.

I did as he asked and he knocked and came in a few minutes later. "Do you have any injuries or sensitive areas that I should avoid or pay special attention to?" He asked. "No. Not that I know of. I've never had one of these." I replied with a nervous laugh. "Don't worry. This is going to be so relaxing for you." he said and I nodded. He put on some weird music and lit some candles. He poured some oil in his hands and started rubbing it on my back. Before I knew it, I was almost asleep.

Annie asked, changing the subject. Leo tilted his head, "I haven't decided yet but anything to do with science. I'm thinking biochemist, maybe." Annie smiled softly, "Should have guessed it. What about football?" Leo blew air out into his cheeks, "I might continue playing in University but not what I want to do full-time. Don't get me wrong, I love it all but it's more of a hobby." Annie nodded in understanding. "I get that." "What about you? Do you know what you want to do?"

I preferred to look at Gabriel who, without any interest in this absurd conversation, began with the sonogram. “Ah, really?” He murmured looking at the image “Wow...” In that moment, any trace of annoyance and discomfort on the above faded from my mind and I just focused on the doctor, who saw with concentration the screen in gray scale. “What is it?” I asked tense, scared to think the worst. “Happens this.” he replied laughing. He pressed a button and the room was automatically filled with a rhythmic sound, something like hitting a drum quickly. “It’s impossible!” Exclaimed Olivia totally impressed upon hearing that sound.