Nerve Wreck Novels & Stories

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".

“Yes he was involved with a gang, he went on one robbery which was his only and it was not with any gun but weapon of pen knife because it was his first and he said he performed woefully to the point that he didn't come back with any exploits from the robbery” “Secondly, he involved in hard drugs once and no more, the once was forced due to influence, thirdly he was not involved in the death scenes that occurred, he can't even do it, all that happened was under influence and he was cut because he didn't know when the guys left him and ran, even when he was caught, he was still under drugs”. “These are the secret things none knows, please help us, even if it takes him months but let him come

“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.”

Jason replied quietly “I’ve been thinking about it. About a way.” Leah lifted her head, searching his face. “Tell me.” Jason hesitantly answered, “The Neural Nexus Core. A smaller version. Stripped down. Not for containment, but for… repair.” Her eyes widened, horror and hope colliding at once. “You’re talking about going into his mind. Jason, that’s not medicine. That’s…” “...A gamble. I know. But it’s all we have. Andrew’s weapon tore through him, left damage no surgeon can touch. But if we can map it digitally, maybe… maybe we can fix it from the inside.” Jason cut in.

Christopher asked. The doctor squinted at him in annoyance and said, “With the current medicine and technology, we can cure the damaged nerves and let it slowly recover, but we can’t do anything about the necrotic nerves. It’s like encountering a car accident. Some people can recover slowly, but some will never stand again.” Then, he turned his glance back toward Kenneth and said in a solemn tone, “In your case, no one in the world can do anything about it. It can’t be cured.”

“Your leg?” “Yeah.” Nick sat again and she sank down beside him. “It’s bad, angel.” “Tell me, right now,” she said. “No bullshit.” “I had a really serious leg injury years ago, when I still did karate competitively. A bad break in my left tibia, really ugly, lots of nerve damage. I was young and strong and recovered well… but the nerve damage never gets better. It ended my career years early.” “OK.” “And now I have a neuroma near the break site, in the front part of my lower leg.”

Nick's voice was hoarse, trembling with the beginnings of despair. Lucas's expression darkened further. He turned to the doctors, voice sharp. "How is this possible? Isn't your team the best? Didn't you say he would be fine once he woke up?" "Were you previously injured?" one doctor asked cautiously in halting English. Nick nodded, veins standing out on his forehead as he gritted his teeth. "Yes… I had nerve injuries before." The air in the room froze. "Then that explains it," the doctor said, choosing words carefully as he glanced at Lucas. "The nerve damage is more severe than we initially estimated. Temporary sensory and motor dysfunction is not uncommon in such cases.

I put a a frown on my face. Feeling a sudden nausea, when I saw a scene of two people flocking theirselves together intimately, my head felt like a cracking shell that it hurts so much after seeing a blurred scene that I couldn't remember. So, I tried pressing my eyes tight. What I knew was, it was one of the things I knew but I couldn't remembered and it was kinda frustrating. I don't know where am I either. "What the-" A curse almost escape my lips when my peace of mind crumbled from the tingling noise of something crashing. It came from the door so I threw a glance over and meet a two pair of pretty eyes, moist and longing for something.