But my brain refuses to accept that I've come this far just to face a room of empty chairs.

But it was no good, my brain refused to function.

It was as if his brain refused any longer to experience further terrors.

This ought to have been most significant, but my brain refused to lead me any farther.

He stared back at the doctor and tried to mouth the word 'Fine,' but somehow his brain refused to pass on the order.

My eyes were trying to tell me something that my brain refused to believe.

His brain just shut down and refused to react any more.

For several seconds, his brain simply refused to work at all.

For another moment his brain flatly refused to believe it.

There was a point beyond which the brain refused to sustain its connection to the body.