The Soft Tissues Are Unremarkable Novels & Stories

He asks as he washes his hands to put on gloves. “No. I didn’t even eat breakfast this morning.” “I’ll be checking you over and we’ll see what’s the next steps. Okay?” Darren makes his way towards me. “Okay.” Maverick keeps his hand on mine as Darren examines me. He touches my lymph nodes, listens to my lungs and heart, checks my tonsils and ears but finds nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m not seeing anything that would have caused that bleeding externally so I’d like to press on your abdomen to make sure there isn’t any discomfort.”

I could tell that Ella was a bit uncomfortable during the check up even with the nose numbing medicine Doctor Morgan gave her. I had no idea what the doctor was looking for, but after a while, he mumbled. "Well, I can see two scar tissue. One is right along the cut, but there is another on the... voice box." He mumbled as he kept looking. Once he was done poking around, he sighed. "There is a scar on your voice box where it shouldn't be. Maybe it was because of neglectful care the first time around..." He said before he focused his eyes on my wife.

I sat between them, my left heel bouncing a mile a minute against the floor tile The heavy wood door at the back of the room clicked open. A middle-aged doctor in a white lab coat stepped through, a thick digital tablet gripped in his hand. "Noah?" Dr. Aris let out a slow breath before turning back to us. “Well, Noah,” he said, enlarging one of the scans on the monitor. “I have some good news.” I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until then. “The initial concern was that the impact may have caused a complete nerve avulsion.” He pointed to the image on the screen. “But that’s not what we’re seeing.”

Cole was curious. "I'm not sure… Isla never mentioned that." Vincent answers honestly, and brings a tablet for her to see. "These test results are from 2062." He says, taking a spot beside her. Cole stares at a video of her heart, which appears in colors of grays and blacks. Like ultrasound. "No inflammation, no irregularities." He points out, seemingly happy about it. "Your heart is strong, Miss Peters."

- I ask because I need to see the pretty lips moving to pronounce her name. "You called me Lyana Rodrigues." "So you're not from Russia?" She stops and analyzes my face after the question, her last name doesn't seem European to me. "You suffered multiple fractures among them one to the left femur which is the leg bone and two left ribs, the impact damaged some internal structures and that's why you underwent emergency surgery." - She turns away from the subject and pauses as if waiting for my confirmation. "The bullet that perforated his thorax, fortunately, did not hit any organs, we were waiting for him to wake up to find out if there was any neurological impact although we did not find an

It was perfect timing as the baby turned and we got a full face picture of the baby. “Fine but still rude.” Scarlet said, trying not to smile. “This is the baby's spine. Let’s check blood flow. Appears to be normal. And the heart. Four chambers, rhythm sounds normal, 145 beats per minute. Blood flow is normal. Kidneys appear to be normal, two kidneys with normal blood flow. Umbilical cord appears normal. Ready for the gender?” Dr. Green asked again. “Yes” my knee started bouncing on its own accord from all the nerves at that moment.

One hundred and forty-two. "Spread your knees wider please," Dr. Russo murmurs, keeping his eyes professional. I feel the cool air on my skin when I do. I feel the weight of Dominik’s gaze. He isn't looking at my face. He’s watching the doctor. He’s watching the ultrasound monitor. He’s supervising the maintenance of his asset. The probe slides inside me, just as uncomfortable and invasive as it always is. "Uterus looks good," Dr. Russo narrates, pointing to the grey blur on the screen. "The lining is thick. Follicles are developing nicely on the left ovary. You’re approaching your fertile window."

Only when the nurse handed the report to Lauren did he finally ask, unable to contain himself, “Is everything normal?” “Blood pressure and abdominal circumference are both within normal ranges,” Lauren replied, glancing at Everett before turning to me. “You still haven’t had your detailed ultrasound yet. Let’s schedule it for today. While there’s usually nothing to worry about, it’s best to complete all the necessary tests.” I nodded in agreement.

With this examination, her brows furrowed even tighter, her expression growing increasingly solemn. The elder's pulse appeared steady on the surface, yet in truth it floated without root, as light as a wandering thread. His vital essence seemed unobstructed, yet it was as if an invisible barrier isolated it. There was no organic damage to the five organs and six viscera, all bodily functions intact, yet the vitality of his entire body was withering away at an eerie speed.

I could see the outline of my organs appearing on the screen, outlined in white. “Definitely a few broken ribs. Left side.” Deidre made notes, eyeing the screen and nodding in agreement with Jennivah’s assessment. Jennivah moved the detector again. “No apparent damage to the kidneys but we can’t pick up bruising on this. Potentially a ruptured appendix. That could make sense with the pain, but unsure at this angle. No internal bleeding. Just severe contusions along the right side.” I eyed Gowan. His face grew darker the more he heard.