Bullet Heart Novels & Stories

The doctor revealed as a large breath of relief washed over me. "But she doesn't have much time. Mrs Michaelson suffers a heart disease called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. This is a genetic disorder in which the wall of the left ventricle thickens, making it harder for blood to be pumped out of the heart. Mrs Michaelson's grandfather had it since it's hereditary. With how severe her condition is; it's a miracle she was walking and breathing before the gunshot." He revealed and I felt like the earth should just dig a hole and swallow. I fell backwards on the chair, covering my mouth and crying as Elias comforted.

Luca on the other hand, continues fumbling with Enzo's arm, but after giving him the last shot of his pain relief, his attention is back on me. " Spontaneous arrhythmia, just as the name implies, it happens out of nowhere, your heart beat becomes fast, and irregular. It may lead to a heart attack and in some cases death. But, I can say that in my nearly four decades of experience, I've seen such only in two kinds of victims. First, the ones with pre-existing illnesses, and lastly shock of any kind." " So did you check for any pre-existing illness?" Enzo questions. " I did a full body check up, and he was physiological healthy. His partner though was diabetic."

the doctor began, her voice careful, “after reviewing your tests, I noticed something concerning your heart. You have a condition called an atrial septal defect—a hole in your heart. It’s the same condition that your mother has, and while it’s usually manageable, we need to monitor it closely.” Scarlett’s face drained of color as she absorbed the information. “A hole… in my heart? I’ve never been told about this before,” she murmured, gripping the sides of her chair. Noemi’s hand tightened around hers as the doctor continued. “It’s a congenital condition, meaning you were likely born with it, but sometimes symptoms don’t appear until later in life. Have you noticed any unusual heart palpitat

"Get me two units of O-negative." "Bullet's lodged near the heart, we need to go in now." I tried to open my eyes to see what was happening but my eyelids were too heavy and wouldn't cooperate, and I tried to speak but there was something in my throat preventing it, some tube or device keeping me from forming words. Pain exploded in my chest again and I wanted to scream but couldn't, could only lie there while they did whatever they were doing to me. "We're losing him," a voice said and there was panic in it. "His heart's not stable."

“He’s conscious now. Awake and alert. We’ve run some preliminary tests. I’d like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright.” “Yes. Anything. Please.” I followed him into his office. He sat opposite me, holding a tablet. “We’re still awaiting a few results, but we’re concerned this may be cardiac-related. Specifically, something called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.” “What?” I blinked. “Cardio—what?” “Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It’s a condition where the heart muscle becomes abnormally thick, making it harder for the heart to pump blood.” I stared at him. “But—he’s fine. He’s always been fine.”

"Did you know that the human heart beats approximately one hundred thousand times per day? That's three billion times in an average lifetime!" "That's fascinating, princess," I said, grateful for the interruption. "Is this for school?" "No, I was just reading about hearts because Iniko has a heart condition and I wanted to understand it better." Cassidy climbed onto a stool between me and my mother. "His heart doesn't work right so he needs medication and he can't play active games and he gets tired easily. It's really sad." My chest tightened. Ambelyn's son had a serious heart condition. That explained so much—the divorce, the desperation I'd seen in her eyes during the interview, the way s

she said. “Yes. I'm her sister.” Diana stood up almost immediately. After checking Bella, Dr. Taylor asked, in a gentle tone, “Can we go to my office?“ “Yes, doctor.” They stepped out of the ward. Diana followed gently behind to the office. “Has she ever collapsed?” she asked. “Yeah. One time, a year ago. But it was due to stress. Lately, she had been complaining that her chest hurts.” Dr Taylor sighed. “I’m afraid to share this with you. Your sister had an advanced form of cardiomyopathy. Her heart muscle has weakened greatly, and it's not pumping blood as it should. This kind of condition often goes undetected until symptoms worsen.”

No one has taken the time to share details of his illness with him. He thinks it is to do with the bond between his parents, a punishment for his mother not being the luna…I guess as he spends his days thinking about superheroes then that would be a reasonable explanation. “Athan, let me talk to you for a second. Has anyone spoken with you about a heart defect called a murmur?” “Erm, no.” “I think that’s what you have.” “What is it?” He looks up at me with so much trust that it twists my own heart.

“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

“Our specialists are currently executing a sequence of runic diagnostic evaluations, but our immediate data confirms her heart-beast suspended its rhythm due to an extreme escalation of internal palpitation. Our paws have linked her veins to an intravenous fluid line, ensuring her biology should stabilize completely across a minor sequence of hours. Your eyes may access her ward later tonight.” The elder healer allowed a wry smile to touch his lips, his head shaking slightly. “Her life path grazed the absolute edge of the abyss, but your spirits can dismiss any lingering panic. Her beast will survive this event. However, my office must demand an answer—does your daughter’s lineage file conta