Ascending Hearts Novels & Stories

"Gosh, you're warm, you should lay back down and rest some more." "I'm fine." I give him a tiny smile and yawn with my hand fisted against my mouth. Waking up at the hospital hours later after fainting, Max told me that the Doctor informed him I have Arryhthmia - improper beating of heart, wether too regular or too slow. Which was a result of the pains in my chest when I over think. Shortness of breath when I'm angry or my emotions are doing a battle. Dizziness, light-headedness and fainting - during or after experiencing drastic situations.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

Stumbling with my burdens, I muttered, "If I die tonight with this much luggage, my spirit will most probably get bound to this luggage." My eyes darted nervously, scanning the encroaching darkness of the forest. The inky blackness seemed to hold countless secrets and unseen threats. My senses heightened, I became hyper-aware of every sound and movement, my imagination conjuring scenarios of lurking danger. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, intensifying the eerie atmosphere.

“It’s extraordinary.” I couldn’t stop the smile that danced on my face and just refused to stop. My cheeks were heated and I could feel the heat too. I didn’t know how to respond to that. What do you say to that? What do you say to such sweet things that make your heart rate increase and take you into ecstasy? I heard Alex knock again. “Now um. This is very awkward because I just poured my heart out and all I can see is this ‘Go away bitch’ sign on your door.”

I held onto my chest and took deep breaths. Fuck. This isn’t good. Why does my heart keep on beating like a hundred miles per hour?

This wasn't the slow, comforting familiarity of their usual kisses; this was a beginning, a sudden, blinding fever. When he moved, shifting her hips slightly, a primal anxiety spiked through her. She felt the pressure, hot and demanding, a weight against the last barrier she possessed. Elara squeezed her eyes shut, and for a terrifying, split-second, the confidence that had led her here faltered. Too much. Too new. He spread open her legs and dipped his face into her folds licking and sucking her. He opened her legs a little wider so he could have more access to her already throbbing clit.

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.

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.

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

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.