Brain Lock Romane & Geschichten

The woman said. “Why cannot I remember anything?” I asked them immediately. “You will remember everything, I’m so sorry but I cannot tell you,” Daniel said with a sigh. I held back my tears. “I need to ask you a few questions about what happened, is that okay?” That woman asked gently as she and Daniel took a seat on either side of the bed. “I still can’t remember anything,” I said shakily. “Well, You’ve had what we call a bleed on the brain and sometimes that can make your memory a little fuzzy, or it could be that you just don’t want to remember it and your body is blocking it out. What’s the last thing you remember” That woman asked, gently.

What had happened her? She slowly opened her eyes, biting her tongue in pain; the hammering feeling in her head would be the death of her. Slowly, she sat up, taking in her surroundings. She had still been in the same room but an exception of the chains and ropes. She laid on the bare floor; that would explain the cold. But why was she here? And where was Marcelo? Seems like time had gone too long and far but barely had it been just a couple of hours. She fallen unconscious, hopin and prayin that she would wake in his arms already rescued. but had not been the case. Jasmine stood up, a wave of nausea and dizziness assaulting her. Two men lay fast asleep some distance from her. In the darknes

My body shakes so violently that the tea almost spills from the force of it. Okay, that wasn’t fair of me. That wasn’t fair at all, yet I don’t call him back. My voice seems to be stuck in my throat and my brain feels like it’s on lockdown. There’s a buzzing at the back of my head, a deafening buzz and it jumbles my thoughts so bad, my head is filled and my throat is locked up. Instinct takes me to the floor near Roman and I sit there, unable to do anything or think of anything.

I couldn’t sleep at night because my brain keeps thinking of Lena and I am so worried for her. She broke my friend’s arm and it makes me feel sad knowing that she changes to become someone that I don’t even know. I was resting myself on my bunk and about to take a little nap before I visits B block. Z gets better day by day, she already off her sling yesterday. I’ve been taking care of her since last week Lena breaking her arm at court.

She didn't know how he was able to manipulate little Molly. “Doctor tell me what's my daughter's condition. Why doesn't she recall anything?” She turned to the doctor who was more than happy to explain. “She suffered from an accident. And, she hurt her head pretty badly and it affected her brain. There was a disruption in her brain's temporal lobe and that caused some damage to her hippocampus because of the head injury. That's why she doesn't even remember her own name. Her memories are blocked at the moment until the swelling begins to die down.” Madeline took in a long breath to process all what the doctor had told her.

I woke up to a pressing headache resulting from someone constantly trying to get a hold of my mindlink. I blocked off my mindlink last night to enjoy my mates presence. Who could it be and what is so important? I opened my mindlink but heard nothing, I mind linked Rowan. “Hey bro…. You up’ ‘Fucker! I’m on my my woman so the gtf?!’ He screamed back in the mind link He must have blocked his mu link for same reason but as an Alfa. I can break into anyone’s mindlink.

"All that time is so blurry in my mind; I can't remember it clearly, as if my memories since we moved here are fading away. And it doesn't make sense; I understand that I can't remember that night because of how traumatic it was, but why can't I remember well such a long period before that? Am I crazy?" Dr. Newman shook his head. "You're not crazy, and I thought we had already established that we would not use that word." "I know, but it doesn't make sense." The doctor laced his fingers together on the desk. "Anna, the human mind is so complex that we have studied it for centuries, and there are still many things we don't understand. However, I think your brain is just protecting itself, blo

The doctor shook his head, heaving a deep sigh, "It's probably dissociative amnesia, Mr Luca. It happens when your brain rejects something stressful or harmful to you. Kind of like a defence mechanism. So something must've happened to her that hurt her more than in a physical way, and now she will be unable to recognize the people who did this to her. So it depends on whom she will remember from her past and whom she will not. "If at some point, she ever comes across those people who caused her this pain, she might not recognize them, but deep inside her brain, there's a part of her that will know actually who they were, but then will decide to block them out. As I said, it's kind of like a

Completely embarrassed, I bit my lip, and tried nervously to pull it back, all while I knew my checks were burning red. Mr. Locke was looking at me, his face unmoving, his eyes drilling into me. “I am sorry, I”, I somehow managed to squeak out, not daring to look at him. “Take your time to compose yourself”, he said dryly. “It is not as if I do not have business empire to run and projects to manage”, he said, this time with venom I did not understand. He motioned his large hands towards the chairs behind the table on my side. “Miss. Brook, I am on limited time, and you are already late. Would you like to sit down please?” he said, seemingly becoming more frustrated with me. I did not know wh

Anton frowned at his younger sister’s words, “What the hell is this insane younger sister of mine thinking?” “And why would we arrest your husband?” Anton asked his younger sister in astonishment. Now that his younger sister had amnesia, he could no longer read what was going on in her brain. It’s like a climate that is just fluctuating sometimes, it’s sober, but her brain is full of air most of the time.