Nerve Wreck Novels & Stories

In the subterranean bunker beneath the Scrapyard, victory looked a lot like death. "Hold him down! He's seizing!" Kara (Jinx) screamed, diving across the concrete floor to grab Ren's thrashing legs. Ren was convulsing violently in the padded chair. The heavy, modified welding-mask VR rig had been torn off his head, but the damage was already done. The unbuffered neural feedback from destroying a Level 50 Boss in the raw code had sent a massive, unregulated electrical surge directly through his nervous system. His eyes were rolled back in his head, showing only the whites. Bright red arterial blood was pouring from his nose and ears, staining the collar of his jacket and the front of his shir

"How could you do this, Penny?" My mother hisses through her sobs, the sound raw and broken, each gasp like a physical blow. Gayle stands beside her, aggressively wiping at her own face, her movements sharp with anger and disbelief. Carlos holds her from behind, his grip tight as if he’s the only thing keeping her upright. My father lies in a coma. Zayne’s legs are shattered. The doctors say it will take a miracle for him to ever walk again. All because of a crash on the way back from the airport, a stupid accident that shouldn’t have happened. I’ve never felt more horrible in my life, a hollow, nauseous pit where my heart should be.

I asked him, still confused " What do you mean by he can't walk?" K" The nerves were severely injured, damaged even. And the poison injected in his body was of two types, one substance caused the injury, the other slows down his healing process. You could almost say it made it non-existence at the rate his body heals." The Doc said with sadness in his eyes. I gasped in shock, my hands flew to my mouth to stop the sob from escaping. I didn't want him to feel my distress through the mindlink. If I could, I'll hide this bitter news from him.

I reassure. “When can I see her?” She asks, wiping the tears from her face. “We can take you to our realm, but I have to warn you, it’s not pleasant. The porting can leave you dizzy, nauseous and confused, but it passes quickly,” Luke explains. “I can handle it,” she nods. I show Rochelle the pressure point on her wrist before Luke ports us back to the military headquarters. Rochelle groans and grips the point on her wrist as Axel helps to keep her on her feet.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

Anna “Ow…” I mutter as I reach back and put a hand on my neck. I’m alive. Thank God for that, I guess, but there’s a pain in my neck from what I assume is probably whiplash from the crash I just survived from driving like a maniac. My back is a bit sore too but nothing too terrible.

My heart dropped. Was he dead? I hope not. I ran to call the doctor. He hurried into the ward and started to check him. The doctor came out minutes later. "Please tell me he is fine '' I asked the doctor. "He is," he responded, looking at us. “What is wrong doctor, how can a man who had just woken up slump all of a sudden?” I asked worry laced in my voice. “The wound he sustained made a huge impact on his skull, damaging a lot of important nerves that send signals to his brain".

The illness slowly destroyed the cerebral cortex, the part of the brain responsible for thinking and movement, turning them into empty shells. For the past two years, Shantal had been secretly developing a drug to repair damaged nerve cells. If it worked, her uncle might wake up. It could even help other patients trapped in the same nightmare, no matter the reason. Shantal stayed a while, speaking softly to Steven, as she always did. There was no rush to return to the lab today. First… she had to return to the Zellweger family. It was time to start her revenge. Leaving the inpatient building, she was walking toward the parking lot when a familiar voice called out,

“The optic nerve atrophy is secondary to the trauma of the accident, Mr. Aldridge, but the ischemia—the lack of blood flow—has caused a localized necrosis. However, the recent scans show that the peripheral neural tissue is still responsive. If we proceed with the microsurgical decompression and the neuro-stimulator implant now, there is a thirty percent chance of partial restoration.”

“You don’t get to take yourself away from us.” The clinic was small and hot. The doctors moved slow and steady, not dramatic. They were used to broken things that needed fixing. “Name?” the nurse asked as they rolled him in. “Jason Walker,” Ghost said. He kept his hand on Leah’s shoulder like an anchor. “We have a lot of damage,” a doctor said. “We need scans. We need to stabilize.” “He’s been through war,” Ghost said. “He was inside the network. His brain has been damaged in ways we don’t understand.”