Novel & Cerita Can You Hear My Heartbeat

I'm managing. Support at home? The question I had been waiting for. I have a friend nearby. She nodded and made notes and did not push further. I was grateful for French pragmatism. Then she said: "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" I said yes before I'd finished deciding. She pressed the monitor to my stomach and adjusted it slowly, and then the room filled with a sound I was entirely unprepared for. Fast. Steady. Completely certain of itself.

From where the tears come in my eyes? Rayan pulled the blanket on their body and pressed her head on his chest. "So doctor, can you hear my heartbeat? Can you tell me what's wrong with it?" Crystal could hear his heart pounding sound. She smiled softly. "I'm not a cardiologist. You can ask Alex."

I couldn't even recognize why my heart has gone wild now for the nth time. It's not just that each beat is fast and loud. Erratic, chaotic, slow then suddenly speeding up, and very strong. I could hear every heartbeat as if I was wearing a stethoscope that was directly opposite my heart and meant to let me hear what kind of effect Waldo had on my heart. "Waldo..." I mumbled.

He asked, studying my mood. "Yeah. I…" I could hear his heart beating very fast. "Your heart, why is it beating so fast?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "I don't understand. How fast is my heartbeat?" "Very fast." I replied in a whisper. He touched his chest, trying to listen to his heartbeat. The way he looked at me told me that I was right about the way his heart was beating. "How do you know?" He asked, suspiciously. I shrugged. "I just guessed."

It was slow and weak and it skipped every few beats but it was there and hearing it was the best thing that had happened to me in days. After that I did it every night. I'd press my ear flat to the boards and hold my breath and close my eyes and listen until I found the heartbeat on the other side. Then I'd move to the next wall and do the same. It was the only way I had to check who was still alive and who had gone quiet in the forever way that the rocking girl had gone quiet.

He then chips in, "And my kind doesn't read minds. Although we can tell when someone isn't being truthful by the rate of their heartbeat," "Their heartbeat?" "Yes. Our heightened senses help us hear the heartbeat of others at a limited distance range. As long as the person is within the range of our limit, and we focus mostly on the heartbeat of the said person, then that can be accomplished. At the moment I can hear yours. It's regulated which means you're not lying," To prove his point, he tells me to put my hand on my chest and I did as asked to feel the rate of my heartbeat. It was going at a proper phase and it made me surprised because he was telling the truth.

Maxim I hear her heartbeat as the Uber ferries her to Vintage. She’ll be here in a few minutes. It worries me how attuned I am to the organ pumping blood through her veins. I could pick Heidi out of a crowd of thousands without using any of my other senses. I stopped pretending I don't listen for it on the night’s when she’s expected. Tonight it's running too fast. Something's upset her. Somebody is having a very bad week and doesn't know it yet.

I had to find her first. I closed my eyes briefly and let my ears travel through. I could hear them storming. I could hear the leaves rustling. But nothing that sounded like her. Try harder, Alexo. I mumbled to myself. Finally I caught ear of something. It sounded like the heartbeat of my child. I know for sure because I have heard it not once. I pulled my eyes apart, bringing myself back to reality then head towards where the heartbeat came from. The leaves let out sounds as I moved on them but I paid no attention to its warning of me being quiet.

Overwhelmed, I stand there stunned, the weight of the news sinking in. I cautiously step into her dimly lit room, the soft glow of the machines casting an eerie ambiance. The rhythmic beeping fills the air, intermingling with the steady hum. I strain my ears, desperate to discern the baby’s heartbeat amidst the cacophony. And then, in a fleeting moment, a gentle thud resonates, barely audible.

Her words hit me like a blow to the chest, but I also know that I can't let her manipulate the situation to her advantage. As the room falls into a heavy silence, I focus intently, straining my ears for any sound. Then, amidst the quiet, I detect a faint but unmistakable rhythm—the sound of a tiny heartbeat. My breath catches in my throat as tears well up in my eyes.