Novel & Cerita Bullet Heart

when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand. " What is that for " I asked him, something wasn't feeling right and I had no idea what it could possibly be. " It's an injection for her heart, it is under strain and we suspect she might experience heart failure " why was it the first time I'm hearing about this. " Why wasn't I informed, if that was the case " I asked him before he could answer the doorbell rang it must be Hillary I had been expecting her.

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

Veer assured. An hour later, the doctor came along. “How is he?” I queried, jerking up with Veer. The doctor sighed. “The bullet has caused an injury to his left ventricle, leading to a severe gunshot wound to the heart,” he explained. “What are you saying, doc? What exactly is his condition right now?” I queried, my stomach churning. “He is in a coma,” the doctor spit out. “Coma?” me and Veer repeated.

Stella was rushing toward me, a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, confusion and panic etched all over her face. “What happened?” she asked, eyes darting between me and the chaos inside. “He’s…he’s having another heart attack,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me, grounding me just enough to stop the shaking. I leaned into her, needing that hug more than I realized Minutes felt like hours. I could barely keep my cool, watching how hard the nurses and doctors were trying to keep him alive. Finally, the beeping slowed, Nate's heartbeat returned to normal. The flurry of movement also calmed down. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing from

"I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never see you again." "I would never leave you again." "Do you promise?" "Yes," I say weakly. "Why?" "Because I am yours, because I belong to you, because I am your heartbeat." I understand. I finally understand what he has been trying to explain to me. He is my heartbeat; I have never truly lived until he found me. He makes my life make so much sense, he is ready to protect me, kill for me, and die for me because, without me, his life makes no sense.

She also felt what Lucian felt. Not long after, the doctor along with Horace walked into the room in a hurry. "Doctor! Please. Save my uncle," Lucian said in a panic as he stood up from the bed. "Y-yes, my king," the doctor replied and did as his king said. Lucian and Horace watched the doctor who was examining Luther, injecting medicine into his body with their worried eyes while Selina kept in tears. The doctor then stood up from the bed after he had finished treating Luther and stood facing them. "How is he?" Lucian asked into his eyes. "He's had a heart attack. I've done what I could. We'll have to wait until he wakes up," the doctor replied.

I just mumbled, “Thank you.” “Can I ask how you managed to take out the bullet?” He questions instantly. “Uh…” I paused, not really sure how to explain. “I have a very good eyesight? And maybe luck too.” All of the remaining luck I had that I used to revive the man who tried to kill me. On one hand, Uno doesn't seem like someone who would die easily so maybe that's his own fortune. He probably plays checkers with the grim reaper himself. Seis gave me a polite smile. He's kinder and calmer than the people I've met so far.

He was letting out these thin, pathetic whimpers—the sound of a dying pup. I lunged for the bed, shoving Lily's panic into a corner so I could focus. "Seraphina, he's got an arrhythmia. Blood pressure is spiking, O2 sats are tanking..." "EKG and ultrasound results, now!" "Intracardiac thrombus. It's a clot." I felt my jaw tighten. "Inject heparin. Move!" I went into command mode, steering the team through the chaos. Within minutes, Rolf's vitals started to level out.

The doctor revealed as a large breath of relief washed over me. "But she doesn't have much time. Mrs Michaelson suffers a heart disease called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. This is a genetic disorder in which the wall of the left ventricle thickens, making it harder for blood to be pumped out of the heart. Mrs Michaelson's grandfather had it since it's hereditary. With how severe her condition is; it's a miracle she was walking and breathing before the gunshot." He revealed and I felt like the earth should just dig a hole and swallow. I fell backwards on the chair, covering my mouth and crying as Elias comforted.

"And pull on the trigger." Without even thinking twice, I pulled on the trigger, a loud firing sound overtaking the silence around us. It left me frozen at my spot, quite literally. A shudder escaped my lips and my hands fell by my sides, my heart pounding against my chest for more than just one reason. "Great going, Anderson." He sounded impressed. And slowly, as I looked at the bullet that had embedded its way into the wall, I realized that this feeling of exhilaration...it felt good.