Unbroken Brain Novels & Stories

“It will definitely be him. It is just obvious he did. There is no other person in this house except the three of us. I have been looking out for the talent he will exhibit since he woke up from coma. I thought I told you he would likely display a new talent.” Eva shook her head in agreement, “Exactly, doctor. Brian and I have been siblings and we attended the same school. He has always loved mathematics but wasn’t the best at it. He was just an average student. His flair for music has always stolen his interest for other things.” Doctor Bill explained, “There are eighty-six billion brain cells in the human brain. Of these, an infinitely small portion of them handle cognitive flexibility. Hi

he said, using his hand to gesticulate, “but she’s not fully present. Her mind is… protecting itself. After what she's been through… Prolonged abuse. She has detached from reality.” “And that's normal?” “It’s the brain’s way of surviving what it can’t process.” My jaw tightened. “So she’s… what? Broken?” “No.” His tone sharpened slightly. “Overwhelmed.” “It's a lot for her… you know? The memory fragmentation, severe trust impairment. It's all going to take a lot.” “How much time?” “Unfortunately, I do not have the answer to that.” “Will she come out of it?” “Yes,” he said carefully. “But not quickly. And not without the right conditions.”

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

She should not succumb to the emotions that could once again trigger and stress their baby. "He tried to remember everything that had happened to him in the past 5 years. He becomes agitated and stressed because of the compulsion to remember his lost memories. The doctors also detected an *(1) unruptured aneurysm on his brain.” Infinity held her breath. It was as if cold water had been poured on her because of what she heard.

“Tossed.” “Tossed? What do you mean?” Q instinctively placed a hand on his chest. He hummed for a bit before he answered, “never mind. I think I'm remembering wrong.” “We'll have someone look you up. You might have suffered some mental damage.” The doctor nodded. “Not only were you caught in the rift but you entered the weigh-in in such a state as well.” “Weigh-in?” “Some sort of awakening. Congratulations. You've become a breaker.”

I asked hopefully. “It means that physiologically, your brain is healing,” Adrien explained. “There’s no permanent damage from the blow at the Academy. Now, all that’s left is to wait. Your memory is like a muscle that’s suffered a severe tear; you can’t force it to lift weights right away. The memories will return when your mind feels safe enough to process them. For now, rest and a stable environment are your best medicine.” Arsel let out a sigh of relief that seemed to make the room vibrate.

Michael huffed and waved me to the living room. "Hurry because the children will be arriving any moment," I added and Michael ran both his hands down his face. "Grayson got a severe brain injury when he was a young pup and because of that, he experiences memory loss every time he's severely injured. The doctor has tried numerous times to cure him but the connections in his gray matter are wonky. He will never rid himself of these episodes if he continues to get injured," he grunted harshly. I exhaled deeply and rubbed my eyes.

He was taller and his legs were longer, but she had always been the fast one to dash between obstacles. Uncle Aram and Emil mind-linked her saying that her orders had been followed and they were almost done. Time was moving in strange spurts of speed. She almost found amusement in remembering a comedic explanation of Theory of Relativity. Brain was a strange organ, conjuring random thoughts and memories in the moment of crucial life events.

"You're changed. Permanently. Broken is subjective. You survived something nobody should survive. That takes toll. But it also makes you stronger. More resilient. More aware of what's possible. That's not broken. That's transformed." "Transformed sounds better than broken I guess." "The nightmares will continue for a while. Months probably. Maybe years. Your brain is trying to process impossible experiences. Categorize things that can't be categorized. Make sense of what has no sense. That's hard work. Exhausting work. Important work." Dr. Chen leaned forward. "Don't fight the nightmares. Let them happen. Process them. Learn from them. They're part of healing. Part of integrating what happen

Haru was standing completely still. Tae Min removed Haru’s headset. And froze. Tears streamed silently down Haru’s face. His lips trembled. “Haru?” Tae Min’s voice immediately softened. “What happened?” Haru tried to speak but couldn’t. Tae Min stepped closer. “Did I say something wrong?” Haru shook his head weakly. “Then what is it?” Haru swallowed. “When you said you didn’t want to be like a brother…” he whispered, voice breaking. “It felt like… like I said something wrong.”