Bullet Heart Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FIVE Adex, not much familiar with rain fall, cold can easily penetrate into his body even if it was a dazzling. Adex was diagnosed with heart failure, is a disease that has hurt him from child, his known to avoid anything that is contrary to his heart healthy. because of his condition, Bolade is bond with more responsibility than him, we can say Adex don’t do anything.

“Feel it. Just feel it. His heart is beating. You brought him back. You and Sapphire did that. That’s all that matters right now.” The golden glow at his wound site flares once more, brief and warm and fading fast, and then it’s gone. His heartbeat steadies under our fingers. Weak. Erratic. But present. Stubborn. The heartbeat of a man whose body quit and whose daughter’s wolf overruled the decision. He’s not healed. The bullet damage is still real, still critical, still the kind of wound that kills without intervention. But his heart is beating. His lungs are pulling air.

“That’s all it is.” Dr. Walker’s expression doesn’t change. He sets the chart down and clasps his hands in front of him. “We ran some tests after you were admitted. Your asthma certainly contributed to your breathing difficulties, but it’s not the root cause.” He pauses, letting the words sink in. “You have a congenital heart defect. Specifically, a hole in your heart.”

One a professional doctor - Priana Yarghe. “Anomalous pulse. Bizarre heartbeat. Hitch in respiration. Extraordinary - no, freezing temperature. Only God can save him.” The ambulance drove away at a crazed speed with Bertio Holex who'd volunteered to go, in it. Eallric had some serious business to do.

He loved Leo right from the moment he saw him. The doctor, who was obviously a few years older than Seth, didn't like the manner he was spoken to but he just nodded curtly. He took the chart from the nurse and glanced at it before looking back at us. "Well, I’ve looked at the EKG the nurse ran. He has what we call an arrhythmia-" "Wait! What is that? Can you explain in simpler terms?" "Please, allow me to explain, ma'am." The doctor adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Sighing before he said, "specifically, it looks like a Congenital Heart Block. His heart isn't sending the electrical signals correctly to keep a steady beat."

help me! "That wheel on the blood beg's pipe... move it half a round" I explained and he did. I was right. The bullet was lodged in sternum. Clearly not in the heart. Once I removed it, the heart was clearly visible. I still checked for the presence of any injury but there was none. Thank god. But as the beating heart was openly visible Mera fainted. Nice... "Mera..." Luca shouted.

On my instructions, they took every step and followed diligently, only if they knew I was working and instructing them by instinct. Soon, they got to the bullet and this was the part we knew was more dangerous. Taking the bullet out without the portion would cause the heart to pump blood with more force than normal, which could lead to stroke, heart attack, or quick death.

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 clock on the bedside table glowed 12:17 AM. The house was swallowed in silence, save for the distant hum of streetlights flickering outside. Then, the front door clicked, the softest sound, yet it sliced through the stillness and made my heart race. I sat up in bed, the cool sheets tangled around me.

After the three of them left the room, I picked my drumsticks back up from the monobloc chair beside me and started reviewing beats, hitting the rims lightly. I can do my part well when I’m alone, so why do I keep on messing up when everyone starts to play with me? The drums are the backbone of the music. It carries the rhythm, so there’s no room for a mistake. It’s hard to cover when the drums start failing to provide foundation. “What were you thinking coming here?” After a minute of silence, he finally said something. I looked up, and stopped the motion of my hands, bracing myself for whatever confrontation this man has for me.