When the neurologist came in that morning, he would find Adah on her mattress, as usual, but, not nearly as usual, he would find that she was not alone. She lifted her hand, her left hand, which got a frown out of him because she should using her right, putting a finger to her lips to signify that he should be quiet, and then she nodded, slightly ( Read more... )

Being restricted to a bed and unable to move had Adah doing a lot of sleeping, listening to the radio and, the biggest surprise of all, actually looking forward to when the neurologist would stop by to check up on her. She still hated being fed and taken care of, regardless of how necessary it was, but he could give her a few things to make sure ( Read more... )

"You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body." -C.S. Lewis

"You do not have a soul. You are a collective bundle of neurons and sensors. You have a body." -A.E. Price

You have a body. You have a body. You, a body have. Body, have you a...A body, you have. Ydob a evah uoyProprioception. Predominant position sense. It was the ( Read more... )

Adah knew, before she opened the envelop, what the contents would say. It wasn't as if she needed the envelop. She could tell by the way her fellow students, the way some of her professors, the way even some of the people at the clinic would look at her, that it was another rejection. The fact that she hadn't even received it until now was even ( Read more... )

( A Needle. Tiny little metal pinprick )

( A black heart only turns darker in the light of blackmail. )

( Cut because Adah is incurable in her tl;dr, but perhaps not incurable of everything. )

If one did not consider a few of the finer details, the lack of technology, the infrequency of bizarre and probably impossible things, and the new and foreign feeling of loneliness, one could easily consider the transition between Fandom High and pre-grad medical school almost perfectly seamless. Well, perhaps not entirely. Mobility was more of ( Read more... )

When Adah Price arrived at her mother's apartment on Sandering Island yesterday, Orleanna seemed only minutely surprised, which Adah supposed was good. The reception wasn't exactly the warmest thing ever, but she hadn't expected it to be. It was quiet, demure. Orleanna didn't say much, because she knew that Adah wouldn't say anything back. Is ( Read more... )