Scans Novels & Stories

He leveled her eyes at the scanner and pressed the button to scan. FAILED TWO ATTEMPTS LEFT

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

A familiar scent fills her nostril. Eve push herself to sit on the edge of the bed. Her pulsating body cause her to moan with every movement. She felt her back throb the most. Feeling annoyed by how the wrap around her hand was straining her, she tears away the cloth and groaned at the long cuts on her arm. The cut is slowly healing itself with blood clot building itself on the line.

She ignored Sebestian question, rolling the scanner this way and that, trying to make sense of what her brain was trying to convince her of but no matter how much she changed the position, it still didn’t change what she was seeing. “Dell?” Sebestian asked, his concern evident in his tone when he uttered the single word. He shifted uncomfortably, the scanner still digging into his abdomen, putting pressure on his bladder but sucked it up. He watched as she clicked a couple of buttons on the keyboard and the image froze before she enlarged it slightly. Staring intently at the image with a goofy grin on her face before pulling a piece of paper from her wallet.

As he was about to start the scan, Trey, who had been pacing back and forth behind him, suddenly halted and intervened, voicing his worry, "Is it safe to use the scanner on her? What if she's pregnant?" Dr. Mark nodded and replied. "If you think she's pregnant, then I'll adjust the scan to cover her head, chest, and limbs, which should be safe." Trey visibly relaxed and nodded in understanding. About an hour later, Dr. Mark completed his tasks and the nurse arrived with the lab results. After reviewing the results, he turned to the anxious Trey and said, "Sir, please can we discuss this in my office?"

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

There was a sudden groan that echoed throughout the area. Kenchiki immediately walked to his brother. Yoshiki opened his eyes. He could kiss Kenchiki right now. He didn't have that much energy for that, though, not to mention that he felt nauseated. But he could finally think straight without feeling like he was doing slowly. [" Host"] Yes Daisuke, can you please do a scan of my injury? ["Yes host"] [Initiating the scan, 1….4….5….9....15…..20...25…36….40…45…50…65….50…75….90..95…100.. full-body scan complete.]

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

I lean in, eyes scanning the optic nerve, and my breath hitches. “Whose scan is this?” Benta asks. She wants to major in Neurology and she might be a bigger help than she can be a nuisance. “For a patient,” I answer. I look at her, needing to confirm my suspicion. “Do you see anything wrong with the head scan?” She moves closer, her eyes zooming over the scan. “Do you have a contrast scan?” She asks. I shake my head, my gut twisting. “What do you see?” I ask. She squints at the screen pointing to the optic nerve.