Nerve Wreck Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 74: Vile Fink. Nowhere ever felt exactly like the home I lost years back, but I haven't felt so alone until now. I was drugged for the second time in less than 24 hours and I got moved to a warehouse, an unfamiliar one. I knew all of Rafael's warehouses unless I was lied to anyway. And what's worse is that Maria didn't die. I don't think she got grazed by the bullet at all. My aim wasn't focused, my mind was disturbed. It's logical that I'd miss.

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.

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, Dexie 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. Dexie 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—

So, Wendy went straight to Joseph's office, saying, "I know you have a way to let Frank speak again. Why is he still unable to talk?" Joseph didn't answer immediately. He simply finished the work in front of him before opening Frank's file and flipping through it. "Frank suffered neurological damage. His central nervous system and the autonomic nerves around his spine were affected. "Whether he recovers or not will depend on how the treatment progresses." Wendy frowned. "You've separated conjoined twins and reconstructed their nerves. You definitely have a way to help him recover. What do I have to do before you'll save him?"

And sometime after that, I heard the tense voices of several doctors and nurses who were going over my condition. "The patient has a comminuted fracture of the left leg, a severe fracture of the right wrist, and multiple soft tissue contusions…" "The CT scan shows a moderate concussion. Prepare for surgery immediately." "He has sustained severe nerve damage in his right hand. Even if it heals, it's quite likely he won't be able to regain normal use of his right hand again." As I took in what they said, an uncontrollable wave of hatred surged through me. Whitney, Kelly, and Samuel had already destroyed everything that I'd worked for, but that wasn't enough for them. They even wanted to ruin a

Chris and Alex watched, speechless. I was now their nightmare!

The faint glow from it dimmed almost instantly. James exhaled, relief flooding through him but it didn’t last. The monitors spiked violently. “Brainwave instability!” Rine called. “Her neurons are collapsing into disarray. The interference broke the core pathways she’s losing motor retention!” James looked at the scan and froze. The neural map was deteriorating in real time, the synaptic patterns collapsing into chaos. “She’s rejecting her own memories,” Rine murmured in horror. “The implant’s destruction is causing retrograde disruption. We’re losing her long-term network!”