Bullet Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Uh, | was driving back from the meadow with my dad. He was drinking a little before and he was driving with me in the back. When we got to an intersection, he didn't stop at the light and we ran straight into a semi." | sucked in a breath sharply through my nose. "| wasn't hurt that bad, just this scar and a couple of bruises and cuts. But my dad..." he trailed off and | rested my hand over his. "Uh, he died in the emergency room a couple hours later. | don't blame it on him, just his habits." | squeezed his hand and his eyes met mine. | was taken aback by how much vulnerability and grief there was in them. | had never seen him like this, and | didn't know how to react.

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

The surgery lights went on as the doctors and a couple of cardiologist performed full evaluation on her. Meanwhile, the doctors pulled off her own and put on a blue surgery gown on her body. The bullet went through the left ventricle of her heart. It took a while when they sighted the 25 ACP bullet. Removing it gradually, it was embedded in the wall but it slowly expanded, making her tissue damage. In the low-velocity of the bullet, it expanded leaving a much bigger hole in her heart.

She was just staring blankly at the Doctor while blinking her eyes from time to time as if confirming that this isn’t a dream. “Kiara?” My body became cold as my hands starts to tremble while waiting for her or the doctor to say anything. “Systolic. The left ventricle of the heart, which pumps most of the blood, has become weaker. This happens because it’s gotten bigger. Since it is larger than before, the ventricle can’t contract the way it should. Because of that, your heart doesn’t pump with enough force to push blood throughout the body.” Kiara explained. Astonishment was all over her face.

Dmitri's sending the neutralization protocol now, but Dad, we need to get you into surgery immediately. The bioweapon is synthetic, it lodges in your heart, slowly weakening the muscle until activation triggers massive heart attack. Surgery can remove it, but we're running out of time." Dr. Chen rushed in with a surgical team. "Mr. Lothan, we need to prep you for emergency cardiac surgery. Now." "Based on what diagnosis?" I demanded. "Some wild claim from Dmitri Volkov" "Based on this." Dr. Chen showed me scans of my heart. A small foreign object was visible,

and a lemon juice for herself. "'Heartbeat 141' is supposedly the owner's special cocktail. They say your heart rate reaches 141 when you're in passionate love. Try it," Zia clinked glasses with me and continued, "But for someone like me with congenital heart disease, I can never drink alcohol in this lifetime. Maybe I'm not suited for intense love either. What does being drunk feel like? I'm quite envious that you can live so freely." "Did you study medicine because of your heart condition?" I took a sip of the Heartbeat 141. It was strong, with a tropical fruit aroma, but quickly followed by a bitter taste.

Suzy had always been a skeptic when it came to faith, but in that moment, she found herself silently praying, over and over, pleading with the heavens to help Elliot survive this ordeal. Perhaps her prayers were answered, as the pre-surgical examination revealed something extraordinary: Elliot’s heart wasn’t in the typical position. While most people's hearts are on the left side, his was on the right. Even so, the situation remained critical—the bullet had grazed his aorta. Although it was just a graze, it was still a dangerous injury that couldn’t be taken lightly. The assisting medical staff, seeing the situation clearly, wore apprehensive expressions. The complexity of this surgery was o

“Bpm’s too high, doc!” Another doctor abruptly barged into her, breathlessly shouting, “It's AB positive, Dexter!” Selena then heard a loud sustained beep, saw the machines tied to her infuriatingly signaling a cardiac arrest and she stepped back, clamping her hands on her mouth, suffocating her cries, realizing her heart beats just stopped. She tightly closed her eyes, unable to watch as the doctor who just came in, ordered, “Defib! Now! Move, move, damn it!”

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 shouted, his eyes fixed on Bjorn’s unconscious form. “Doctor, we have him!” the nurse called out. Arisha looked up, meeting Armin’s eyes. “We’re losing him, and we need to know—does he have any medical conditions we should know about? Allergies? Anything?” Armin’s face was ashen, but he forced himself to think, his voice cracking. “He—he has a rare heart condition. He’s been treated for it since childhood.” Arisha’s eyes flashed with realization. “That’s it.” She nodded to Dr. Erica. “We need to adjust the dosage—prepare the heart stabilizer, now!”