Romans & histoires Nerve Wreck

He put his hand around her waist and pulled her to his side. “The damage committed by the crazed scientist left spaces in his spine marrow, putting pressure on the spinal cord and nerve roots. He affected the nerve bundle that exits the base of the brain and travels down the middle of the spine by removing two discs. There was severe harm done to the nerve roots that detached from the cord.” Dr. Mosi tragically explained with a heavy heart and pulled the mask from his mouth down to his chin. “To summarize it all, Heron is crippled from the waist down.”

The nitrogen extraction valves in the lower vault had been overridden by a manual breach-key, but the air remaining inside the core felt permanently thinned out, freezing, and thick with the taste of raw panic. On the monitors, the red warning lines had settled into a steady, mocking pulse. The market opening was exactly eight minutes away, and the systemic trap engineered by Rafe Morale Blackwood was locked into the global exchange lines like a cancer.

Embarrassed that she was able to understand what he said and intimidated by her demeanor he turned around and hurried inside his house. Lyn turned around and went to the dumpster. Underneath it she heard Jerky whimpering. She caked him out and picked him up. She examined him to make sure he wasn't hurt. He wasn't but he was shaking uncontrollably. Lyn cradled him like a baby and he's back to the trailer. She was livid with Bryce. He almost costed them their puppy again! She wondered if he would even of cared if Jerky had gotten badly hurt or even killed. She was going to give him a piece of her mind when she got back.

His jaw tightened as he spoke those words, causing her to shiver. Hazel knew it was a chance of lifetime. She would not get it again. She needed to clear her slate. So thus, she did. "I will never c-cheat on you." She hicupped. Pain flashed through her eyes as she spoke the next words, her past getting recalled before her eyes. "I-I.. H-he.. He r-raped me." Uncontrollable sobs racked her body. She never knew the words would be this difficult to confess. They had taken all her will power. They had taken all her strength. They had weakened her strength. They had injured her self esteem.

— Phsycally? "No, no way.." I slowly whispered and hugged myself like an upset kitty. I was quivering and I felt numb. I do not know what was the right thing to do this time. It was like I am fucked up. But someone urges me to do it. I stood up with my broken heart and wiped my tears in my cheeks. I sobbed and walked towards a cabinet with my bare feet. I could not walk normally because my whole body was hurt big time.

I repeated and messed up my hair out of frustration. I took a deep breath and fixed myself. He knows how much I've been restraining yet here I am! I'm was hell'a nervous when I started walking towards the VIP room. I tried to calm myself down before opening the door and entered. When I was walking, I unluckily hit her. Oh shit! My hearted started racing. The good thing was, I able to catch her at that moment and how she fell on my chest. I gasped. Her scent...

Now, we have to wait for them to heal before we would be able to tell if you can walk again. I gripped my hair. "How can this be? The nerves or whatever should have healed immediately, shouldn't they?" "Yes, for the most part." The doctor sighed and added, "But in your case, they didn't. Perhaps it's because the scraps moved several times before they were taken out. I heard that the car you were in somersaulted a few times. From the look of things, it would take a long time for the nerves to heal naturally. Until then, you shouldn't put a strain on your legs or incur any further injuries."

He squirmed, mumbling, "Uh, just a fruit knife for Giselle. She's on liquids now and doesn't need it." Giselle, still crying on the bed, gave me an idea. I faked tears. "Poor Giselle, bedridden forever. Should we hire a nurse?" "Not a good idea," he muttered. "Nurses are expensive. Why waste money?" Giselle's muffled cries grew louder. I smoothed it over. "He just means a nurse can't care for you like family would." I dabbed her face with a tissue, testing if she was truly paralyzed. I bent down, my fingers grazing her cheek. Her whole body stiffened, her eyes darting away.

I was surprised at how cold my voice sounded. The nurse—early thirties, bright pink hair under her cap—shrugged. “Most likely, yes. But there will be nerve damage. Recovery takes time.” I nodded, because that’s what you did. But I felt nothing. I hated myself for that. * * *

🌸 Author’s Note – Thank You From the Bottom of My Heart 🌸 I woke up this morning to see that Wreck Me Quietly had been added to 12 readers' libraries overnight. Twelve. That might not sound like much to some people, but to me… it’s everything.