Borrowed Heart 소설 & 이야기

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

Even up to the moment of my death, I could not understand one thing: why was it my face in that dashcam footage? After I died, Wesley publicly announced that he would adopt the baby. "I'll make up for Nevaeh's mistakes," he said. My parents collapsed under the weight of public shame and hatred. Wesley? He was praised across the internet. Maybe even the heavens thought my death was unjust, so I was given another chance. A second life. This time, I would avoid the trap. Find the truth. At the airport, I quickly met up with my supervisor, Joseph Brooks. We went over contract details during the flight.

“What… are you doing?” At the sight of my pale face, Julius curled his fingers before turning to Seth. Panic flashed in Seth’s eyes, but he still said stubbornly, “Elena, Jody just got her surgery, and she’s in a critical observation period right now. She needs this special care unit and the pacemaker.” I endured the pain as my heart spasmed. I teared up and said, “I’ve failed four matches, and my heart is already badly damaged. If I don’t have that pacemaker, I’ll die.”

My heart raced as I clutched my phone, unable to shake the harrowing thoughts of what could happen to my mother. My mother suffered from a severe heart condition. There was a hole in her heart that weakened it with each passing day. The only hope for extending her life was a heart transplant. We searched tirelessly for a donor match, but unfortunately, none could be found. We were left with no choice but to rely on her medication to keep her alive.

‘I was wondering if you have an extra heart, for mine was just stolen. -----Anonymous -----

"That's because I don't have a heart!" Emma removed her backpack and opened it for Konstantine. She revealed, "My heart died a long time ago, Mister, but since there is not enough heart for transplantation, I have a mechanical heart. I carry this heart machine with me daily so it can continue pumping blood to my body! I don't have a hearbeat or a pulse!" "Mister, my heart costs two hundred thousand dollars. My parents could not afford it. Thanks to people like you who share with us, we could live a little longer. There is Dale, Anna, and many more of us who can't afford a mechanical heart."

How he’d grown into someone who made me feel safe, and how he’d quietly stolen my heart without even trying. About that terrible night—the rain, the screech of tires, the unbearable silence that followed. Edward listened without interrupting, his eyes glistening. "And then," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, "I found out, years later… his heart was donated. To the father of my child. And I didn’t even know." For a long time, there was only silence. Then Edward leaned forward, his voice rough with emotion. "So in a way… part of him is still alive," he said softly.

"Pick whatever you like. I’m pregnant with Vincent’s child, and he’s wrapped around my finger now. Vincent’s making big money these days, so go ahead and use it. Don’t worry about paying me back; consider it a gift from me." Hearing this, of course, I wasn’t going to refuse.

It had grown and now she had moonflowers on her table and diamonds on her finger and a castle with her name on the gates. What do I have? The answer came to me slowly, painfully, like a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. You have a failing heart because you gave your real one away. Three years ago, Blake had collapsed during a hunt. Heart failure, the healers said. He was dying, and there was only one cure, a transplant from a compatible donor. I was a perfect match. I didn't hesitate and gave him my heart without his knowledge. I touched the necklace one last time.

She read it again. And again. Like repetition could break meaning. But it did not. Her voice dropped. “You are telling me…” She looked up slowly. “…my heart came from me.” Silence. Adrian answered quietly. “Yes.” That single word did not feel like explanation. It felt like confirmation of something already decided. Anna leaned back slightly. “No,” she whispered. “That is not how donation works.” Adrian’s voice remained steady. “It was not a standard donation procedure.” Silence. Anna’s eyes narrowed.