Novel & Cerita Bullet To The Heart

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.

In a heartbeat, Kevin brought out the small pistol that he tactfully hid down in his pants, pushing it halfway into the side of his shoe predicting the extreme adversity that might occur any moment. Three bullets got fired together. From a distant vantage point, Daniel fired without hesitation or a careful aim. The shot struck Tristian's hands, causing him to flinch in his determined aim and Tristian's bullet went astray, driving itself into Kevin's upper leg. At that exact moment, Kevin's own shot found its inevitable mark, piercing straight into Tristian Romano's heart.

Lily added noticing Jace still lying on the ground. "Ana? Are you hurt?" Jace asked voice filled with concern. His question threw me off. Of course I was okay, why would he ask. Even so I followed his line of sight down to my chest. To my shock there was a small hole near my heart and blood was freely flowing out. Oh my goodness! The bullet! With everything thing going on I assumed the shot Kim fired just missed everyone. That is everyone but me. I was hit.

I caught her carefully and laid her down on a flat, smooth rock, making sure she rested comfortably. Kneeling beside her, I turned her gently onto her side so I could see the wound. My heart sank. The bullet had entered from her back, and it was still lodged deep in her flesh—only a few inches away from her heart. One wrong move, and it could tear through something vital. Then Victor’s words came back to me, clear and cold: “Silver and wolfsbane… just like you.”

Relief flooded through me so intensely I almost collapsed right there. My knees went weak. "The bullet missed his heart by approximately one inch," the doctor continued. "Just one inch to the right and we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

I replied flatly, already ripping his shirt open to see the damage. What I saw made me inhale sharply, even though I tried to hide it. The bullet had gone straight into his chest. Deep. Too deep. It had probably nicked his heart. Black veins were already spidering out from the entry point, the silver poisoning spreading under his skin like ink in water. “There’s silver in my chest,” he went on stubbornly, then coughed violently, blood splattering onto the pavement. “I won’t make it. I can’t believe it… I’m going to die, and I haven’t even found my mate yet.”

I squat below the place he is lying dead and I find the bullet at the center of his heart. I smell the bullet, it’s silver bullet. A deadly bullet, the only one that can kill a werewolf immediately. There is no silver bullet in the pack. No members has it, this must suddenly come from someone else. But how did he get shot without catching the culprit? The security in the pack is quite tight, no stranger can come in without being detected. “ He was shot with silver bullet.” I grieves, getting on my feet, my eyes bleeding into red.

the Doctor says as they wheel Lucas out I keep my hands on him. “I won’t leave you LuLu, I promise,” I grip his head a little tighter. The doctors are working very fast and talking to each other, making decisions quickly. “Start the dialysis machine,” I hear them say. “We have to get the Oleander out of his system.” “I have the bullet,” Another says. He pulls a piece of medal from Lucas’s chest. “Six centimeters from the heart. Jeffery never was a great shot. Thank the goddess.” “AMEN,” rang a chorus from everyone.

she replies calmly. The doctor smiles. “It seems two things are going on. The silver from the bullet attached your heart because it touched the heart when it went through you. As such, when you were healed by the Luna, there was already damage to your heart,” the doctor says. “What kind of damage?” I ask before Jessica can say anything. She looks down to her hands and I can tell she is shutting down. “Right now, we do not have a technical term for it, but it is more like the heart is bruised or swollen. You might be finding it a bit challenging to breath, for example,” the doctor says looking to Jessica expectantly.