Micro Brain Bleed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Not until we figure out if you have any internal bleeding. I’m sorry, Princess.” I’d been half expecting this answer, so I wasn’t surprised. I was wheeled into the results room and watched Healer Angela pour over the images coming through. Finally, she turned to me with a sigh. “You have a traumatic brain injury for sure, but you don’t have an active brain bleed, which is a relief. The rest of your body is bettered but manageable. The goal right now is to clean you up.” “How long is it going to be until I’m alright again?” I asked through a yawn.

However, he just seemed a little too young! “Internal bleeding in the brain.” Jason’s expression immediately turned serious as he looked at a comatose patient. All the doctors and patients around him turned their gazes toward him as he spoke those words. Everyone knew that internal bleeding in the brain could be a death sentence for the patient. Jason then turned around and said, “Golden needle.”

“There is intracranial bleeding. We need to perform immediate surgery. Prepare the critical ill notification right away.” Evan’s condition suddenly worsened, and his heartbeat became abnormal again. “Miss Walter, the patient is suffering from intracranial bleeding. We need to perform immediate craniotomy. Please sign the consent form.” My heart pounded as I trembled while holding the pen. “Evan, you must be safe. You must overcome this danger!” Evan’s injury was too severe. There was a ruptured blood vessel in his brain, causing intracranial bleeding. The situation was critical, and an immediate craniotomy was necessary.

“The bullet entered his neck and hit the internal carotid artery, which supplies blood to the brain.” My knees almost buckled, giving way, and Lucia’s grip on my hand tightened, her nails digging in just enough to keep me upright. "We controlled the bleeding and repaired what we could,” the doctor continued. “Right now, all we can do is wait. When he wakes up, we will learn more; it may take hours or days. It all depends on how his brain responds." I pressed a frantic hand to my mouth. A slight, choked sound escaped me before I could stop it.

I sighed, “Would it be considered a bad joke if I said I have a splitting headache? Because I really do.” He chuckled quietly, “That’s why I’m speaking lowly, but that one is quite cringeworthy right now. I will order some pain meds, but I need to do some sensation testing and movement testing first. The axe did a lot of damage to your brain. The impact of it caused skull fragments and small pieces of metal to scatter all over the surface of your brain and some embedded into your brain.

He is clear: they did their best, he is not stable, and the next hours would be crucial for him. "Major concussion to the right lobe of the brain. We stopped the bleeding, but there is still swelling. Punctured left lungs due to fractured ribs. And a broken right arm and leg. However, we are very concerned about the swelling on his right lobe. We tried the best we could and stopped all the bleeding. All we have to do is to pray. The next 24 to 48 hours is the most crucial part. We hope he wakes up or even responds to the medication.”

My heart hammered as I strained to listen, hanging on every word. “The head injury was severe,” the doctor said. “We managed to stop the bleeding, but he’s lost a significant amount of blood. The bullet didn’t reach his heart, but he’s at risk for a brain hemorrhage due to blood loss. Chances are slim. If he doesn’t regain consciousness in the next 56 hours, we’ll have to consider the possibility of a coma.” He nodded briefly, then turned and walked away, leaving a chilling silence in his wake. I stood frozen, numbness seeping into my bones.

Adrian asked. "He will be. At least he doesn't require surgery. Many patients with mild brain bleeding do recover, but we have yet to determine if he will require any rehabilitation. Once he wakes up, we will re-evaluate him," the doctor said. "For now, we have given him all the help he needs." "Thank you, Doctor," Abner said before the attending physician left the private suite. "I should have known better," Adrian said while holding his father's hand. "I was so focused on punishing Tonet and Fredrick that I did not consider him."

He paused before his expressions turned a shade of darker. " There's been a backflow of blood to your brain and you Know what that means." The doctor added. Kiel went silent for a while. Of Course he understood the consequences of backflow of blood to the brain. No wonder his headaches have been frequent and consistent. " What about the temporary blindness you have been experiencing?" He asked yet another question. " That's because the blood has clotted one of the veins bringing blood to your eyes. As a consequence,there is a lack of blood which carries ox.