Ascending Hearts Novels & Stories

he asked, the question that was medical and intimate, the ritual that was daily and essential. "Steady," Cyrus replied, the hand that moved to Arthie's chest, the monitoring that was habit and love. The fingers that found the intercostal space, the position that was precise, the listening that was through skin and muscle to the organ beneath. "Sixty-eight. The athlete's bradycardia that is healthy, that is optimal, that is—"

The lines went completely off the normal charts, turning into a massive, frantic mountain of cardiac panic. "This," Dr. Aris said, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet room. "This is the moment." I looked across the room at Blake. He had stopped breathing. His dark eyes were locked onto the television screen, staring at the jagged red lines of the graph. "At exactly 11:42 PM," Dr. Aris said, reading the time stamped at the bottom of the screen. "Scarlet Ford’s pacemaker recorded a catastrophic cardiac event. Her heart rate violently shot up from 80 beats per minute to an incredibly dangerous 190 beats per minute in less than five seconds."

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

The said omega was living with Betty and Jack. Speaking of this couple, Jack is constantly by Betty's side, asking her if she is okay if she needs anything. It's cute, actually. Aaron finds it cute cause he knows that he would be 10 times worse than Jack when Irish gets pregnant. That something not open for discussion, yet. The Alpha knew that the omega I would be glad to have a child of her own. The slow, soft music playing in the background was exactly opposite to the beat of the Alpha's heart that was running 850 BPM as the one; he was waiting for comes into his view.

and a lemon juice for herself. "'Heartbeat 141' is supposedly the owner's special cocktail. They say your heart rate reaches 141 when you're in passionate love. Try it," Zia clinked glasses with me and continued, "But for someone like me with congenital heart disease, I can never drink alcohol in this lifetime. Maybe I'm not suited for intense love either. What does being drunk feel like? I'm quite envious that you can live so freely." "Did you study medicine because of your heart condition?" I took a sip of the Heartbeat 141. It was strong, with a tropical fruit aroma, but quickly followed by a bitter taste.

“To heal means to forget; even if it's very difficult. It's a waste of time when I should be happy if I choose to be sad instead of trying to forget." "Nice." I reached for her hair and messed it up. "You're from there, aren't you? Where on g****e did you get that?" "It comes from my heart, from the right atrium and passes through the Superior Vena Cava." When she was able to remove the seatbelt, she faced her beautiful mother who just filled my top with question marks. "I just remembered that during the discussion when we were taught the Circulatory System. Have I passed to become a cardiologist, Ma'am?"

Alex answered. "And that's because I truly love you..." Sylvia said and Alex interrupted immediately. "Stop it, how many times have I told you that I have zero feelings for you?" "That girl in there... is the person my heart beats for, I have known that I will find her one day" "And this is the day, so please I would advise you to move on with your life please" Alex concluded. "Alex, you are rejecting me?" Sylvia said to him. "Sorry but am not rejecting you because we are not mated to be with each other"

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

I was being cooked alive. “Heartbeat is elevating fast,” the doctor said with alarm. “She’s now at ninety. No, one hundred and forty. Shit. She’ll go into cardiac arrest if this keeps up!” My whole body spasmed and clashed on the medical bed. I couldn’t focus on one specific thing, as the blood heightened all my senses. I didn’t understand what was happening. The only thing I knew was the people in the room with me were looking panicked, scribbling what was happening on their clipboards and waiting to see if I would calm down on my own.

"Am I okay, Jarvis, I feel like an enormous part of me is gone. I feel deserted, so forlorn. I just want it back" "Want what back?" I sighed. "I don't know, my heart is yearning for it and I don't even know what it is and it's really frustrating. I can't seem to remember no matter how hard I try and just keeps passing out" I heard Jarvis sigh before he walked forward and took hold of my wrist. My gaze met his. "You have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy now, you aren't allowed to think much"