Novel & Cerita Bash Heartstopper

he said I barged inside before he could stop me, and it was like I was watching my own brother’s life flashing before my eyes. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, the doctors were frantic, trying to stabilize him. And then the heart monitor didn’t beep anymore, just one last shrill sound that seemed to ring in my head. I stared at the single line on the screen and turned tear filled eyes to my brother. His heart had stopped beating. The doctors immediately started CPR. But I knew, either by some instinct or whatever, I knew he wasn’t gonna wake up.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, prompting her to instinctively cover her ears in trepidation. Utkarsh, clad in a black shirt and jeans, entered the room bearing a birthday cake. With infectious enthusiasm, he approached Hiya ,singing, "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday, dear Hiya... many-many happy returns of the day!" As he drew closer, her breath seemed to synchronize with his steps. There was an almost ominous aura about him, and an inexplicable fear seized her. In response, she unconsciously started stepping backward, maintaining a cautious distance as he advanced. The closer he came, the further she retreated until her back met the unyield

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath warm on my face. I gasped, my hands coming up to brace against his chest, to push him away, but he covered them with his own, holding them there, right over his heart. I could feel its frantic, heavy rhythm. “Jax—” “Elliot,” he whispered my name, and it sounded like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Get away from me,” I said, but the words had no force. They were a reflex, the last defense of a heart that knew it was already lost.

The blade was still in his chest. "Isabella, look at me," Dante cupped my face. "Don't look at him." I nodded, but my body began to shake uncontrollably. Fear, rage, and a profound sense of relief washed over me, leaving me breathless. "I want to go home..." my voice was small. "We're going home now," Dante held me tighter. "Right now..." My vision blurred, and my body felt heavy. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Dante calling my name.

He doesn’t need to. My fists curl so tight that my nails dig into my palms. That’s not an option. Just as I turn, ready to put my fist through the nearest wall, something on the screen stops me cold. The drugstore’s interior feed. My gaze locks onto the top-left monitor, where Aurora had been standing just minutes ago, scanning the shelves with intense focus. The same shelves she had reached toward before her world shifted in the blink of an eye. A sick feeling creeps into my chest.

He understood. I kept going, voice low, steady, and clinical. “A nick to the carotid artery, so small it takes minutes before you realize you’re bleeding out. A dose of potassium chloride—stops the heart instantly, and unless you’re looking for it, the autopsy reads cardiac arrest. Or, if I’m feeling merciful, just a few milliliters of air, slipped right into a vein. Harmless if it’s in the muscle. Fatal if it reaches the heart. You’d be dead before you even knew what hit you.” The table went silent.

Raised voices and hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and before I could grasp what was happening, the door burst open. Bella stormed in, her face contorted with rage, and her eyes blazing with fury. The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of triumphant empowerment to a tense confrontation. Sophie stood by my side, a protective presence, ready to shield me from whatever storm awaited, while Alex, tried to calm her down, but all attempts were futile.

Sudden emotional stress, fear, ess, fear, anger, grief, shock could cause sudden devastating heart failure, according to Sofer Victims were people who were otherwise healthy, who ex. perienced a sudden emotional jolt like the death of a loyed one or a massive fright. "Doctor, this is Special Agent Lipinski," Nancy said. I read your paper in the New England Journal of Medicine. None of the patients with your syndrome died. What makes Mr. Robertson different?" "That's an excellent question," Sofer replied. "I believe the heart can be stunned into pump failure by a massive release of catecholamines, stress hormones like adrenaline that are

"How can you be so-" "Before you can give me a long lecture about how careless I am. You should know that I'm suffering from a serious heartbreak caused by you and it made me not concentrate in everything so I took a wrong step when I was going down the stairs causing me to fall down. So.. I'm not careless, it's just I can't handle the heartbreak." I gave him a lot speech. "So you're blaming it on me?" Noah pointed at himself and the two nurses beside me chuckling secretly.