Whiplash Nct Novels & Stories

She wasn't getting paid to ask unnecessary questions, so she decided to keep her curiosity to herself. “Are there any other injuries that I should be aware of?” she asked. “Any back issues or shoulder problems? Any family history of either of those things?” Ollie shook his head, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Not really. I did have some whiplash from the accident. My neck was really sore for the first week, but it seems to have subsided for the most part. The doctors at the hospital weren't too worried about that, though. They said it was normal after an accident like mine. Besides all that, I'm as healthy as a horse.”

“Guessing I lost that round.” The doctor watched me struggling to sit up, shook his head, “Try not to move. Your ribs are bruised, likely a hairline fracture, but nothing too extreme. You also have a pretty serious bruise running along your collarbone and side. Whiplash too, judging by the neck stiffness.” I tried to shift a little again, feeling the deep soreness running from my shoulders down to my hips, bruises hidden beneath my skin like dark secrets, “Lovely. Anything else I should know?”

It seems to go on forever in each direction. “What the fuck!” Axel screams as he jumps out of the truck to inspect any damage. I can hear him pat the hood, and kick the tires, but I don’t hear any cursing as he circles the truck, so I think everything is probably fine. Closing my eyes, I rub the back of my neck and wince. That sudden stop hurt. A lot. I can still feel where the seatbelt, digging into my chest, did its job and held me back. As I unlatch it and feel the pressure release, I am certain that I’ll have a bruise by the end of the evening in the shape of a long, thick, strap. I’ll be sore for days. I probably just got some type of whiplash. “Hey, Rosie,” Axel calls out. “You might

“What do you see?” “With the pictures we’ve gone through, his head and neck are fine; no fractures that I can tell. I will print a disk as well as send all these images to the orthopedic doctor at Children’s to check behind me but I do feel that he has a nasty concussion and a bad case of whiplash. His ribs,” She stops as she uses her stylus to draw on the touch screen. “These three ribs in the middle have a significant area of blackness so I want to do further testing to verify that this is bruising not a fracture.”

Taking wobbly steps to where the door was, she locked it just as he had instructed her to do. When she turned, she saw that he had gotten up from his seat. Her heart pounded harder with each step he took toward her. “Where were you last night?” Her husband asked her calmly but Nala wasn’t fooled by it, she knew that it was the calm before the storm. “I was at a bar last night, John” she answered and the next thing she felt was a sharp pain on the right side of her cheeks. She got whiplash due to the way her head jerked to the side. She had to bite her lips to stop the tears that had formed from falling.

I wonder if that sort of thing shows up on a brain scan. I’m treated for a concussion and a sprained wrist. I want to scream at the doctors that my wrist wasn’t from the car accident, but I know better. I bite my tongue. Emmett is treated for whiplash which brings me a sick joy. It’s about time he got hurt for once. Once we’re all bandaged up and our hands are stuffed full of printed papers for aftercare instructions, we’re left alone while the doctor draws up our discharge papers. “You fucking bitch,” he grumbles the first chance he gets, with no one around to hear.

I need him away from me. “We did a CT scan, and it showed you have a concussion, you were out for two days, and the x-ray we did to your neck and back and everything is okay, the pain you’re experiencing is Whiplash pain, it’s perfectly normal and we will give you medication to reduce the pain when you go home.” He says and I nod. “I need to ask you something very personal. Is it okay?” He says and I frown, looking at him. I nod and he offers me his kind smile. Emma squeezes my hand softly and I look at her and she offers me an encouraging smile.

She gasped at what she felt. "The bigger wound was a head laceration, but no brain damage," Lucas explained. Lily sighed in relief. Then, she walked around him and, again, saw those long lines that marked Lucas' back. She almost cried again, but she controlled it. Like earlier, Lily rested her hand on the wounds and traced every line. There were so many that Lily could not count. Lucas reluctantly explained, "At my work, while in Israel, my colleagues thought it was fun to have a whiplash initiation."

"That was completely out of line. I shouldn't have said that." "It's fine." His voice was flat. "It's not fine. I was being petty." I watched him drop his hand to his lap, his jaw tight. "How is your neck, actually? I've noticed you rubbing it all night." "It's nothing." "Adrian, come on. I asked my doctor and he said you might have lingering issues from the whiplash."

The back bumper of my car was facing the road, and I needed to make sure that no part of it was sat in the way of oncoming traffic, a sitting duck for another vehicle to bash against. I glanced down at my legs. They looked the same as ever: lean beneath dark jeans, and, though they were trembling slightly from exertion, there was no visible damage. The only pain I felt was in the tightness of my neck and shoulders, which I categorised as whiplash. My brain felt muddied, and each realisation felt like a great achievement, rather than the normal workings of my mind. It was as though I’d traversed a large distance to arrive at each simple conclusion, having paddled through thick, gloopy silt wi