Can You Hear My Heartbeat Mga Nobela at Kwento

And here I am, covered in his blood, kneeling next to him like I'm in some horrible movie. I start crying even harder, and I lean down to put my ear against his chest one more time. Maybe I missed something before? Maybe there's still a tiny heartbeat? I'm breathing so hard and my heart's beating so fast I can barely hear anything else.

My mother gasped beside her. “That’s impossible,” I snapped, my voice sharp. Seraphina’s eyes gleamed, as though she had been waiting for that reaction. “You can hear it, can’t you?” she said softly, rubbing her stomach. “You always could.” My gaze dropped despite myself. Beneath the silence of the room, I caught it. A heartbeat.

Mandy’s POV The sound hits me all at once, so wrong my mind refuses it at first. For half a second my brain insists I heard wrong. Old equipment. My own pulse echoing back at me in the small, quiet room. The fire crackles softly to my left, steady, ordinary. A cruel contrast to what is happening beneath my palm. Not one rhythm. Not two. Three. Three distinct heartbeats, overlapping but separate. Each strong. Each undeniable. My grip tightens around the stethoscope without me meaning to. I adjust the angle, listening again, as if precision might correct the impossible.

We hide behind the old locker. Since the room is small, there is not even much space because of too many types of equipment so our bodies are touching each other. I could feel the temperature of his body, could hear his breathing, as well as his heartbeat that is beating a little bit fast. My heart is also beating, but not that calm than him. It is beating so fast that I couldn't hear anything but only the beat of my heart.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.

I can hear my heartbeat thumping against my chest. Jackson smiles and says, “Your choice.”

She smiled at me and turned to look at the monitor. I heard their heartbeat. Holy mother of god! I heard the heartbeat of one baby when she was placed on one side of the stomach and when she was placed on the other, another baby's heart sound was heard. My heart skipped several beats and I forgot to breathe. The only sound I heard was their heartbeat. I could feel them. I want to jump up and down now and the feeling now I was experiencing is so overwhelming that I may even faint. It's so different feeling. It was something different and I'm definitely on top of the world.

I just close my eyes and rest my hand on my chest. Heartbeat: faint. But steady. I’m still here.

My heart starts to beat faster and I don't dare to breathe while I have put all my focus on listening for the sound. Minutes go by before I hear it again and this time closer than before!

What am I supposed to do? I press my ear to his chest, desperate to hear something—anything. His fur is warm against my cheek, but I can't hear past the blood rushing in my own ears. Breathe. I need to breathe. I force myself to take a shaky breath, then another. And there—underneath my panic, underneath everything—I hear it. Faint. Irregular. But there. A heartbeat. "Okay," I whisper, trying to steady my shaking hands. "Okay, you're alive. You're alive."