Bullet Heart Novels & Stories

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.

S he laugh at her own behavior. "Towards my delivery the werewolf doctor said there was something strange about my babies, first a specialist said, they thought I had triplet in me cause they could hear three heart beats but then only one child was showing on the system" She went on. "Geez that must have been so tricky and confusing" I pointed out. "It was, Patrick and I were so worried, so Patrick suggested we see a wizard, only then was it revealed" "Mom? Seriously" Damien grumbled walking into the room.

I panicked as I felt helpless and he noticed that and put his hand on my shoulder. "Deep breathe, in and out. Yeah, just like that and relax I'm not going to let your husband know about us. But I'm also not going to leave. So, stop thinking that you can get me out of here and be done with. Also, I don’t think, your husband won't like me leaving after I had a one to one with you. Don't you think so?" Nothing he said was wrong. Sebastian wouldn’t be happy with me, leaving Michel having an advantage on me. I couldn’t let that happen when I could feel there was something going on between them already. One wrong move on my part, and I will be stepped aside.

"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.

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