Micro Brain Bleed Novels & Stories

Rather, during the examination of his injuries, they actually found out he had a problem with the blood vessels in his brain. Vireo was only in his early thirties. Logically speaking, it was not the time for cerebrovascular diseases to occur. Also, Vireo usually did not smoke or drink. He had been extremely disciplined with his life and he had a very little intake of meat. He had no high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugars. However, the blockage has already started to form in the blood vessels in his brain. That left his mentor, as well as some experts, very puzzled.

I gave him a small smile, and sighed. "So, when do you think she will wake up?" I demand. He adjusts his spectacles and clears his throat. "Well, the projectile itself went through the brain, there is injury from both the direct penetration of the brain and from transmission of a pressure wave with high-velocity projectile traveling through the brain tissue. Both bleeding and damage from this pressure wave results in brain swelling, which can also lead to death." I shook my head. "No, you did not answer my question." I complained, crossing my arms.

"I fully scanned her, everything why I did not see this prior?" "Yes that happens, this case isn't connected to any operation but it just happens when the brain is involved in great head trauma, the bleeding happens at a later time" I am speechless with this, damn! I should have known all this, hmmm how can I explain this to him. "Can you help me explain this further to her husband... damn this night!"

She checked all the injuries all over Anne's body, and when she started treating her, she asked the nurse to go out and report to him. The nurse walked out, straightened her body, and said, "Mr. Marwood, there are more than a couple dozen places on Mrs. Marwood's body with soft tissue injuries. Three of her ribs are broken, and she has an intracerebral brain hemorrhage. It all resulted from blunt force trauma. Dr. Brown said that the main problem is the intracerebral brain hemorrhage. This is very dangerous. A minimally invasive surgery has to be done to check the situation in the brain. Dr. Brown said that Mrs. Marwood would be fine."

“He’ll be fine, sweetheart.” “What’s a subdural whatever-you-call-it?” Sed asked Myrna, who seemed to understand what was going on. “It’s when a person bleeds under the membrane that covers their brain. The blood has nowhere to go, so it just keeps building up and pressing on the brain. That’s what causes injury, so they’ve got to drain the blood before…” She averted her gaze. “His brain is probably fine.” “Probably?” Brian asked, his voice cracking. Myrna kissed Brian’s jaw. “We’ll know more when we get to the hospital, but he’s been walking around with this injury for over a day. The blood took a long while to accumulate, so he can’t be hemorrhaging much.”

As long as Ameera continued her program to develop villages, the funds would keep coming. Marlow would receive daily news and videos about Ameera. She was glowing with confidence and had become more dazzling than ever. She was Marlow's motivation to keep going. One night, as he was getting up from his chair in the office, the world suddenly blacked out. He collapsed to the ground. He woke up to his mother, Danya, crying over him. The multiple head injuries he sustained over time resulted in internal bleeding near his brainstem, causing blood to be pinched against his nerves. It was in a very specific region that could not be surgically addressed.

Getting injured in this area was not like injuring an arm or leg, where the pain would go away in a couple of days. "Doctor, how is he doing now?" Vivienne continued to ask patiently. This prompted the doctor to pull up the CT scan images taken earlier. "Look, this is the mass in the back of his head. After the impact, the blood and cerebrospinal fluid flowed into this area between the brain and skull. "When this doesn't get timely treatment, the fluid will accumulate into a mass over time. There are many nerves passing through this area, and his fever and blurred vision are due to the pressure caused by this mass compressing the nerves."

“Please tell me she’ll be okay.” I opened my mouth, but no words came. My heart ached so badly it felt like it might shatter. Just then, the doctor walked in. I hurried over. “Hi, I’m Aaron,” I said quickly. “I’m Dr. Jax,” he replied with a curt nod. “Are you her guardian?” “Yes.” I nodded stiffly. “Joan has suffered a traumatic subarachnoid hemorrhage—a severe brain injury caused by blunt force trauma. We need to operate immediately to stop the bleeding.”

“The intracranial pressure has stabilized, Ms. Harper, but the MRI shows a minor hemorrhage near the brainstem. We caught it in time to avoid immediate surgery, but the specialized drainage medication he needs isn’t covered by the standard VIP deposit.” I stood in the sterile, white-washed hallway of the hospital, my ears ringing as the doctor spoke in a language of clinical death and expensive survival. “What does that mean, Doctor? In plain English.”

The small movements in his hands were still there, like something deeper was happening beneath the surface. Richard stood outside, his chest tight, his hands shaking despite how hard he tried to keep himself together. He had seen his son go through episodes before. But not like this. Not this bad. Not this… out of control. Inside, the doctor stared at the results as they came in. And for the first time, his expression changed. “Internal bleeding,” he said quietly. The nurse beside him froze. “What?” “There’s bleeding in the brain… but it’s not from trauma.”