Bullet Heart Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

He knocked the door with his fist and slowly sat down on the bench near the operating room. Manilyn saw how hurt Anthony was. She took her way out to the blood bank without saying a word with him. After a few moment, an alarming sound caused a commotion inside the operating room. Everyone was rattling to get in. Anthony heard the commotion and he grabbed a nurse to ask what was happening? “ I'm sorry, Sir but the patient is losing her vital signs and I need to get in now to help them save her life.” The nurse was impatient. Anthony let go of the nurse and the doctor came out perspiring heavily.

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.