Ascending Hearts Novels & Stories

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't come alone. I came along with Josh, but he vanished." "Sorry, ma'am," Josh said, lowering his own window just as she finally turned to face the car. Her eyes widened. Josh's face was expressionless, a terrifying mirror of Lucien's. He didn't say anything more. He wound the glass back up, and the car zoomed off, leaving her stranded in the pouring rain. She was astonished. It felt as if someone had just shot a bullet through her heart. He left her... under the rain. How cruel had he become?

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

he says and made way for me. I nodded and stepped inside. I looked back at him, and he was on his way out with his companions. Some smiled at me and I awkwardly smiled back at them, before shifting my attention back to what was in front of me. The smell of mahogany, rosewood, and maple, singes my nose as I took a deep breath in. Now that I’m looking around here again, it makes me realize how impressive their maintenance is when it comes to their instruments. It’s well taken care of.

Beverly's lashes trembled. When Heather saw that Beverly was listening intently, she pulled a medical report from her bag and placed it in the latter's hand. "Harry inherited your heart condition," Heather said very softly, as if afraid of startling her. Beverly flipped through the report. The diagnosis written on it was "dilated cardiomyopathy". It was a type of heart disease that, in severe cases, could lead to heart failure. Her hands shook slightly, exuding a quiet sadness.

, and "examination results" Scott Holden, the cardiac surgeon, explained, "Dr. Birch is my senior colleague. He asked me to examine Esther's heart as a favor and, in return, allowed me to visit his lab. Both our hospitals are currently conducting research on artificial hearts, and it's said that his research has made significant progress."

Harvey felt relieved when he learned that Sam was safe. However, his condition became worst after his heart attack as it resulted in a complication called arrhythmia or irregular heart rhythm. His heart’s natural electrical rhythm has been damaged. His doctor suggested placing an implantable cardioverter defibrillator into his chest or atrial fibrillation ablation to restore a normal heartbeat since his heart developed a rhythm that’s life threatening or if worst comes to worst, to undergo a heart transplant. Consequently, Harvey confessed to Charles and Mrs. Wilson that he has heart disease that was diagnosed early last year when he suffered from chest pain. It turned out that he inherited

Just above his heart. I gasped.

I tell her I will be done soon. I dry my hands. I walk into the OR. The team is ready. The lights are bright. Lily is on the table, her chest open, her heart exposed. It is small, no larger than my fist, but it is fighting. The left ventricle strains, the walls thick, the rhythm uneven. I look at the narrowing. It is worse than the scans showed. The aorta is pinched to a thread. The blood struggles to pass. The heart is working twice as hard as it should.

“As you may already know, Miss Vanessa, the patient should avoid intense emotional stress. We observed a significant spike in his heart rate and unstable breathing patterns. Adam experienced emotional shock that triggered a flare-up of his condition.” “What condition?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor looked at me, slightly puzzled, then continued. “Adam was diagnosed with mild hypertrophic cardiomyopathy in his early teens. It’s a condition where the heart muscle becomes abnormally thick, and under high stress, it can lead to dangerous arrhythmias.” My head felt suddenly heavy, as if the words alone had weight. “Is it... serious?” “It’s very serious. This condition can’t

Focused. "Mrs. Caldwell, Chance's heart, it's not functioning as well as we'd like. The right ventricle is struggling. The pulmonary valve is more stenotic than previous scans showed. He's, he's compensating. But we need to monitor this closely. Very closely." "What does that mean? Is he, is he okay?"