Shalltear Vs Brain Novels & Stories

My hand drops from Chessie’s arms. “What?” “I call it a lapse. I had to reanimate half of her brain. She retained most of her memories, from what we can tell, but she gets confused easily when trying to conjure them and use them to make new decisions.” He steps around her to look into her eyes. “It’ll pass. The lapses are growing fewer and fewer now, and they never last very long.” “Is she having a seizure?” “No, not really. She’s actively trying to build new neural pathways. She’s still healing. It’s difficult for her mind, so she tends to just… turn off for a moment and reboot.”

His reasoning was simple. Although Mane wasn’t able to use any inner energy, the more he trained, the more his soul got used to this body. Hildegarde informed him that his injuries didn’t seem like ones caused by a banshee, and Mane assented. After learning about banshees, Mane knew that their attacks targeted the brain. Once their target became disoriented or had his/her brain ruptured, they would kill them instantly and feed on them. Yet all Mane received from the encounter was a weary, heavy body, and a headache.

The doctor responded, "I will explain; when you bumped your head and body, it rattled your brain around in your skull damaging delicate tissues. Damaging some parts of the brain can cause problems in connectivity regions called diaschisis that has been linked to an imbalance in brain chemistry, specifically in the neurotransmitter acetylcholine which helps regulate signaling in the brain and plays an important role in attention and motivation" "Wait a minute, doc, don't you have a simpler explanation? My brain is bleeding and I still can't understand what you're saying," Kheed said, his hands on his head. The doctor chuckled, "Brain injury isn't like a broken bone or laceration. Brains are m

Elise, who was older than me and was very fond of me, had been the one who had set the whole thing into motion. I had accepted the operation without hesitance at the time, and I had co-led it with another doctor named Jeffrey Watson. However, Jeffrey had not been in good condition, and he made several mistakes during the operation. Although I reminded him continuously, it still ended up causing an irredeemable result. Even though the incident had nothing to do with me, an unimaginable disaster befell me as a result. Elise, who was the head of the department, had pushed all the blame to me. I became public enemy number one overnight.

Crevor lightly asked her, "This is your last bargaining chip?" "I do have a mental disorder. I'm one cranial nerve short, so I am prone to seizures." Jepherson's expression changed slightly as he looked at Raeleigh. "Why did I not know about this?" "Did you forget that I have a brain tumor?" she asked him, whose face had twisted into an ugly expression. "You cut off one of your nerves?" he hissed. Raeleigh didn't answer. Jepherson abruptly turned his face away and said nothing with gritted teeth and an awful countenance. Crevor stood up and looked at Raeleigh with an indifferent smile. "You win!"

Shelyn froze instantly. “What do you mean…?” she asked softly. The doctor looked at her. “We found significant trauma in that area. For now, we cannot determine the long-term impact.” Shelyn closed her eyes for a moment. Her chest felt tight. “But the most critical is his brain condition,” the doctor continued. “He has a hemorrhage.” Shelyn immediately opened her eyes again. “How severe is it, Doctor?” The doctor was silent for a moment, then said softly, “The chances of regaining consciousness… are very small.”

Whirling around to face him, I accused, "You could get information from them! They'd have to talk to you if you demanded to speak to someone. They couldn't refuse the Alpha Council." Art cocked a brow at me, his features perfect to the point he was almost pretty, "What would the Alpha Council demand to know? How long they're going to fight to save Ethan's life? Whether he'll be able to be revived for questioning? If he'll have permanent brain damage from the skull fracture?" "Skull fracture," I whispered, all my breath stolen from my lungs with those two words. Brain damage was something to be feared even among the supernatural. The body could be healed, but the brain? It was an organ withou

“Ahh! What’re you going? Let go of me, you pervert!” Thea kept resisting, but James held firmly onto her hand. It did not take long for him to understand Thea’s condition. Thea’s body had recovered, and her blood had returned to normal. However, her neurons were damaged in the process, which caused her to lose her memories. The brain is the most complex organ in the human body. James could easily treat Thea if she sustained an injury literally anywhere else. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do for her for the time being since her cranial nerves had been damaged.

There’s a significant link between schizophrenia and traumatic brain injury. She sits on her haunches, leans forward above Nate’s lap and takes both his hands in hers. Now their faces are close and they gaze into each other’s eyes, she looking up and he looking down. “Nate,” she says gently. “Shadow’s no longer with us. You know that, right?” “I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” Nate says, a hurt expression combining with his cornered one. “You probably think I’m crazy but I’m not! I’m not!”

Laughing I look over at him “No buddy you don’t. Well let me rephrase, You didn’t use to. But thanks to our wonderfully, beautiful and smart mates they have pulled you from your shell.” “Abel is correct in this. I also believe that the mate bond, especially to two alpha born she-wolves have helped heal the portion of the brain that may have been wired wrong. You have a lot to be thankful for.” She said as a single tear fell. But all the while given us her doctorly advice.