1. Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever


    Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    said. She put up an x-ray of my brain and pointed to a light spot. “That is the largest group of tumors and we imagine the oldest. However, whether they have grown over time or have always been there is a mystery. They are attached to your limbic system. Specifically, they are growing from the part of your brain that produces the chemical serotonin, as well as other chemicals that control mood. It appears that they aren’t growing any further, but-” She said. I almost had to try not to laugh. Of fucking course, no wonder why I had been so depressed. That fucking tumor had been cheating me out of “liquid happiness”, making it so that my brain was always running dry. “Let me guess, since they are attached to the part of the brain that creates the those chemicals, they’re basically smothering that part of my brain down and starving me of those chemicals?” I cut her off. She was slightly surprised and put up a second x-ray, focusing on my brainstem. “Yes, exactly. Now as for the chronic pain, these tumors on your brainstem are the source. The tumors are basically rooting down into your nervous system, causing continuous nerve stimulation of pain receptors. They’re basically acting as electrodes hooked up to your spinal column. It seems that until now, they haven’t been large enough to trigger you continuous pain. You could almost say that the tumors have finally activated.” “So is there any way to lessen the extent of my pain?” “Yes, with anti-convulsion medicine, pain killers, ...
    and maybe some antidepressants, we might be able to lessen the extent.” “By how much?” I asked. “Well, at this point we can’t quite be sure. I imagine the seizures will continue and your pain is probably permanent. With drugs, we can make it so that you won’t black out during the seizures, make the pain tolerable, and maybe take away the edge of the depression so that you won’t become suicidal.” ‘Too late.’ I thought to myself. “So it won’t kill me, but it will fill me with excruciating pain and crippling depression?” I asked. “Yes.” Dr. Turner said mournfully. Not wanting to bother staying in the hospital, I asked to be discharged. Before leaving, we stopped off at the hospital pharmacy to pick up my meds. The hospital would help pay for the mountain of pills I would need just to get through each day in exchange for publishing an article on my new form of cancer. The drive home was silent, for my parents were trying to hold back tears. I was holding my hands out in the cold October air, hoping that the raw chill might ease the dull throbbing in my fingers. The pain pills were slowly kicking in, making it so that the sting was bearable. When we got home, I walked straight to the stairs and went up to my room. I just wanted to go to sleep; maybe it would ease my suffering. Downstairs, I could hear my parents telling my sister and younger brother the bad news. I was completely in awe, hovering in empty space within my dream. Before me, roaring in limitless intensity, a star ...
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