Nerve Wreck Novels & Stories

"Only this helpless, sickly creature without a pack to call her own would consider a scumbag like you a treasure. Without you as her long-term meal ticket, she wouldn't survive a single winter." "As for me—a successful woman with the world at my feet—why would I ever be interested in a mangy loser like you?" "You—" Nathan was humiliated, his face turning a dark, swollen red, his blood pressure surging like a trapped beast. Just then, the door of the emergency room opened. The doctor came out and took off his mask. "The patient's legs have been saved, but unfortunately, the nerves are shattered. He will be paralyzed in his den forever."

William said impatiently with the results received by the doctor after chevking up Nara. "Motor nerve damage due to accident to the madam Nara causes reduced motor strength from mild to heavy or complete motor paralysis. Healing or recovery of neurological function depending on the degree of deterioration. And I think her nervous system still gives her great hope. There's no broken bone in her leg, just a slight damage to her rear muscle system that affects the nerve in her leg." "The nervous system can be stimulated in several ways, including physical exercises that suit the nerve function. We will be conducting a physiotherapy to restore muscle strength and limb function," said the middle-

My whole body shook as I stood against the window looking out at the street. I’d fucked up my life, ended it for all intents and purposes, and yet still, in my purgatory, I could still wreak havoc on others. Stuck in limbo, I didn’t think things could get worse, yet they had. It seemed rock bottom had many levels, and I had reached an all-time low. What the fuck was the purpose of my life other than destruction?

“You had us scared, Brooks. Real scared.” The door opened and a team of doctors filed in—neurologist, cardiologist, the surgeon who’d operated on Callan. Their expressions were too careful. The kind doctors wore when they were about to deliver news that would change everything. “Mr. Walker,” the neurologist began, pulling up a stool. “The experimental compounds you were exposed to have caused significant neurological damage. We’ve run extensive scans. There’s scarring on the pathways that the link used to amplify. Your autonomic nervous system is unstable. The withdrawal isn’t just uncomfortable anymore—it’s dangerous. Your collapse yesterday was a combination of extreme stress, dehydration,

In the ophthalmology clinic of Sacred Heart Hospital, Helen Vance pinned the fundus photographs to the light box, her finger tracing the delicate path of the optic nerve. "The recovery is faster than anticipated. Look here." She pointed to a subtle discoloration on the image. "A damaged nerve fiber can never fully revert. You can see now only because the surrounding cells are compensating. Think of it like a cable. Some wires have snapped, but the remaining ones still carry the current. But if the load becomes too heavy, the rest will break."

I kind of wish my subconscious would knock my ass out and make me forget. They’d had to do surgery on her again. By now the poor girl was half way to robot with all the pins and rods and screws she had. She had broken her ankle in the wreck .. or .. we think that’s when it happened. They had to put a pin in it. Now both her legs had them. Her kneecap had been busted. She had a concussion, her tailbone had a crack in it. If this wasn’t so serious I could make a fucking joke at that.

he asked, his voice filled with genuine care. The doctor regarded him and nodded, acknowledging Viaan’s concern. “Mr. Adams, I won’t mince words. This nerve disorder stems from the impact he sustained during the recent stroke,” he explained. “You’ve been to see him; he briefly regained consciousness, but unfortunately, his nervous system has been significantly affected by the concussion. He slipped back into unconsciousness.” He looked at Viaan and then at Victor and Leo.

So far, the only things that had touched it were shower gel and makeup. I stared at my reflection for a long moment, and for once, my parents weren't exaggerating, I looked awful. Not just tired—wrecked. Like someone had hollowed me out from the inside and left the shell standing. The break hadn't even properly begun, and it was already tearing through me like rot under paint. It made me sick how badly it was affecting me. I couldn't function without Hunter. Couldn't sleep without him. Couldn't even seem to look like myself without him.

I replied with a heavy heart. I asked anxiously, “Doctor, will Kester’s legs able to recover?” The chief orthopedist looked solemn. “At that moment, it’s uncertain. Mr. Helsen central nerve system has suffered a severe damage. In the medical field, the nerve system is the most difficult to heal.” I felt like I had been plunged into an ice abyss upon hearing this. “What are the chance of cure?”

“We did a neural scan earlier this morning to follow up on some reflex tests from yesterday. The results show that there has been some minor neurological damage, most likely caused by prolonged trauma during the time he was unconscious.” My breath caught. “What kind of damage?” Clinton asked, calm but tense. Dr. Nehru looked at him gently. “It’s primarily affecting the lower motor neurons connected to your left leg. Essentially, your brain isn’t sending signals effectively. That’s why we noticed a lack of movement.” “No feeling?” I whispered.