wolf halfbreed, and his robotic partner, lost in halfbreed age, appeared no older than Kevin, eternally trapped in a teenaged state without any noticeable characteristics of being a halfbreed. No ears other than the fleshy ones on his jawline. No tail. No point to his teeth. With pale hands folded behind his back, the robot seemed shut off, uninterested like in all the newspaper photos Kevin had seen him in. Weird maybe just say Marcos’s robotic blue irises grew? Marcos the Robot’s blue irises grew and morphed in size, gears and lenses zooming. “Name: Kevin Jaime Harrow. Age: seventeen. Gender: male. Breed: osprey, juvenile. Residence: 201 Newbridge Lane. Charged for the alleged fratricide—”
“Not alleged,” the Líder corrected. “I dropped
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“Sources speculate that he has been hearing voices since age twelve.”
The Líder started pacing in front of the room.
“Is something wrong?” Marcos asked. “Your blood pressure is rising. Your chance of fainting is now at sixty-seven percent.”
“Marcos, stop talking.”
“Not to mention you have not slept for the past thirty-two hours.”
“Marcos.”
Hand still on the nape of his neck, Kevin felt around his skull, trying to find what temporal lobe now grew against his brain. Understood one word of the diagnosis. Part of it. Psychosis.
Psychotic.
Delusional.
Crazy.
They know about us.
I thought only your family knew about us? They must be spying on you.
That’s bad. That’s so bad.
Bit his tongue to keep from crying. Why was the Líder hesitating on executing him? Had done wrong. Had entered the forest. And the Líder never, ever wavered on taking life. That’s how a Deity worked. That’s what made them so powerful. That’s why they held governance of everything and everyone.
Looked up to the Líder staring directly at Kevin. Not at the Guard. Not at his companion. Not anywhere else more suited for the Deity’s yellow eyes.
Didn’t know if he started crying from the pressure of the man’s presence or from keeping his eyes open for too long. Neither of them had blinked for five whole seconds.
Grasped the table’s cold side. His mind, his worries, they all drowned
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s it.” Dante, suddenly aware of the way his body enclosed the limited space, moved aside and maneuvered his way next to them. “You look sick.”
A) "Your blood pressure is very high. You need to see your healthcare provider today."
Felicia Allen is a 32 year old woman, who was initially brought into therapy after an attempt to steal a bus. Due to her reported “emotionally disturbed” nature, this consult became a priority. The police report states that Ms. Allen pulled out a knife, and threatened the driver after the driver declined her dollar bills. She then took control of the bus, and crashed it across the street. Upon our meeting, Ms. Allen was fidgety, and swayed back and forth all the while mumbling to herself. If she were questioned, she would look up and say “Sorry, sorry.” As far as patient history goes, Ms. Allen started hearing voices when she was 5 years old. These auditory hallucinations were mostly composed of critical, disparaging voices that made comments on her actions and behaviors. Her severe symptoms led her to be hospitalized fairly consistently since she was 11. Ever since she was young, she has been driven to please, and has a strong desire to be independent. Felicia has been prescribed clozapine for 1 calendar year, which helped her auditory hallucinations a great deal. Given the above symptoms and information, I have diagnosed Felicia Allen with schizophrenia.
There was nothing fearful on his face or his eyes though he struggled for air. Just excitment—purely scientific of course nothing base or human or so he told himself— to see some of the immortal's non human skills. But soon a lack of air went to his head and he struggle to get out of Laim's gasp. "Let.. Go.." he rasped, eyes no less intense as they narrowed to a glare, his face red and turning blue now. Being shaken did not help either, but when Laim let him go he gasp for air, rubbing his throat. No anger or fear still, just excitement.
And to his deep shame he did not cry, he felt
They all had tears in their eyes..”(David Horsey) as this man was moving into the
"What are you saying?" asked Jingyan. He didn't know the area, but most mountains offered a variety of medical herbs. The human body could only lose a fifth of its blood before vital functions began to slow. "You're losing too much blood."
"What if it 's like an infection" Scott said as he stared to freak out little over it. "like, my body 's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" I shrug as he looked at me then at Stiles.
“—wait, no. Bloody tech, must have been a glitch, it’s weak, but I’ve got a pulse.”
For what seemed like an eternity, he sat their frozen unable to do anything. He felt his heart race as he began to
There was a silence and he began to cry. He tried to speak, but he could not speak because he was hard broken.
conscious and unconscious parts of her mind. The reality is that this patient had physical symptoms of illnesses
Hardly daring to believe it, as tears began to run down his cheeks too, Dustin suddenly realized who this man was.
"Um, there are a lot of people here, and some people are very sick. They might be dying if they don't get immediate attention, and those are the patients the doctors look at first."
Muffled whimpers tore their way through the gag, and fresh tears spilled over Lawrence’s face, his body shuddering.