Bullet Heart Novels & Stories

His fist and jaw were clenched and all I c an do is gulp because of nervousness and the fast beating of my heart. 'Oh, Gabriel. What have you done?'

Nate sounds very interested like a total gossiper. “It’s because of her,” Harlem referred to Aurelie while her face was left betrayed. “Ryota accused her of being a stalker of his. I don’t know if it’s true, but I do believe Aurelie is innocent.” “Is that even news to you, Aurie?” Elias suddenly asked her. Their attention was caught by what Elias said, making them question for more. “What do you mean by that?” Aurelie asked him. “I heard that the girls have some issues with you,” Elias said. “Some members from XENTRICS and THROBMAKERS weren’t fond of seeing you around lately.”

Placing a rock over her throbbing heart, Bella gave permission and the officer helped her with the funeral arrangements, Sarah and Bella did the funeral inviting only a few people their father and mother knew. Ander Hayes was a patient of Cardiomyopathy, because of which he always had heart complications yet the man never lost any hope for a better future and healthy life, but maybe he was destined to die due to his weak heart. The postmortem clearly stated that the aged man died because of heart failure. The heart disease might be one of the reasons for his sudden death but the biggest one was the stress he suffered a few minutes right before his death.

He answered with another smile. “You were talking about some tests,” I started and he nodded affirmatively, “what does the tests say?” I asked and he sighed before answering me. “The tests we carried out show that you’re a month and three weeks pregnant,” he answered and my chest tightened, “But…” he continued and my jaw dropped. “There’s a but?” I asked in shock and the doctor nodded as he looked through his file again as if to be sure of what he was about to say next. “Yes, you have what we call Cardiomyopathy, it’s a disease of the heart muscle.” He tried to explain but I was still in the dark.

Men in our world had walked away from worse. Then his heart stopped. Cardiac arrest. Out of nowhere. They shocked him back. Twenty minutes later it happened again. That was when the doctors started looking deeper, and one of them came out of the operating room pale enough that I knew before he opened his mouth that something about the bullet wasn’t normal. “The toxin they found in his system is aconitine,” the doctor said. I frowned slightly. “Poison?” “Yes.” He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose before continuing. “Aconitine interferes with the heart’s electrical signals. It causes severe arrhythmias and, in high enough concentrations, cardiac arrest.”

I poured every ounce of my will, every thread of my awakened Alpha strength into the grip we shared, trying to anchor him to the living world. "The heart is struggling," the second healer warned, his eyes fixed on the electronic monitor beside the bed. "The arrhythmia is worsening. The silver residue is too close to the main valve." "Give me the neutralizer," Sarah demanded, her hands steady as she reached for a glass syringe filled with clear fluid. "We have to flush the pericardium now." Before she could press the needle into the tissue, the steady, rhythmic beeping of the monitor changed.

Lyra's focus remained on saving Harrison's life, her training and instincts guiding her actions. ***Please note that this is a fictional scene, and real-life medical emergencies require proper training and equipment.*** Just as Lyra resumed CPR, she noticed something unusual. The heartbeat though faint but ... off center. Lyra's eyes narrowed, focusing on the sensation beneath her hands. She adjusted her position, reorienting her fingers. That's when she felt it – the unmistakable pulse of Harrison's heart, beating steadily on the right side of his chest. "The bullet didn't hit his heart," Lyra whispered to herself, relief washing over her.

As the anesthesia takes effect, I make the first incision, my focus narrowing to the task at hand. The bullet is close to his heart, dangerously so. We work meticulously, suctioning blood, and clamping vessels, every movement precise and calculated. The room is tense and silent, except for the beeping monitors and our clipped commands. We manage to extract the bullet, but his heart is weak, and the damage is extensive. "He's crashing!" Someone yells. The alarm from the monitor blares. We initiate CPR, administer drugs, and do everything we can to revive him. My hands move automatically, chest compressions relentless, but his pulse is slipping away.

I heard a male voice say " why do I feel I've heard that voice somewhere? " "And I promise you my dear, you'll get it, you just have to go according to the plan, after I get married to him I'll make him transfer all the money we want and we'll leave here immediately, now all you have to do is try come up with a new business deal or something, ok?" Melissa said

she replies calmly. The doctor smiles. “It seems two things are going on. The silver from the bullet attached your heart because it touched the heart when it went through you. As such, when you were healed by the Luna, there was already damage to your heart,” the doctor says. “What kind of damage?” I ask before Jessica can say anything. She looks down to her hands and I can tell she is shutting down. “Right now, we do not have a technical term for it, but it is more like the heart is bruised or swollen. You might be finding it a bit challenging to breath, for example,” the doctor says looking to Jessica expectantly.