Comfortably Numb Pulse Novels & Stories

I keep squeezing her cold hand, begging her silently inside my mind to hold on and come back to me. Then, the harsh tone stutters. A small bump shows up on the screen, followed by a soft, hesitant beep. Then another one. The rapid, terrifying flatline slowly transforms back into a smooth, rhythmic sequence. "Her pulse is coming back!" a nurse yells in relief. "Bleeding is slowing down! Pressure is rising!"

I steadied her with one hand while my other moved to her wrist, fingers pressing against her pulse point. Her heartbeat quickened initially—a natural response to the sudden movement—but then something fascinating happened. She closed her eyes momentarily, and when she opened them, her pulse had already begun to slow, returning to a normal rhythm with remarkable speed. "Who taught you the 'emotionless response' technique?" I asked, genuinely curious. Her brow furrowed. "The what?" "Emotionless response," I repeated. "It's a technique to bypass emotions and think at a higher level when faced with stimulating events. A form of self-hypnosis, essentially."

She didn't know what was worse seeing the slow movement of the chest. "Can Travis put the oxygen mask back on for you?" "I'm more comfortable like this, Sugar." "Are you sure? I see you're getting weaker." A faint nod. Theo smiled faintly, barely noticing how the corners of his lips curved slightly. He was fine. Just feeling the slight oddity of a body that had simply shifted position. "I'm good. Just a little bit problem. One of my legs seems to be numb." Rose's eyebrows knitted in surprise. "That's a big deal, and you're taking it lightly? Here, let me see."

The effect was entirely terrifying and almost instantaneous. It started as a heavy, dragging numbness at the tips of my fingers and toes. Within seconds, the numbness rapidly raced up my limbs, turning my blood to thick, freezing molasses. The frantic, hammering rhythm of my heart began to slow, the deafening adrenaline suddenly suffocated by a massive, artificial lethargy. "Let her up," Robert ordered.

Then, a faint, barely audible *click* echoed from the cardiac machine. *Beep.* The line on the monitor twitched upward, forming a tiny, fragile spike. The chief surgeon’s eyes widened. "Check the carotid pulse! Now!" The resident lunged forward, pressing two fingers firmly against Julian’s neck. A second passed—interminable, agonizing. "Weak pulse detected! Sinus rhythm returning!" the resident shouted, incredulous. "BP is sixty over forty and climbing!" *Beep... Beep... Beep...*

He could hear her flinching each time he pressed hard and he stared at her with concern. It wasn't that she couldn't feel any part of her body,!it was just that she was feeling numb and she couldn't move them on her own. That was why when he touched her, she felt it and relaxed as the massage went on.

"You're just a distraction. Just like I was." Nina flinched slightly, almost imperceptibly. But the sensors weren't blind. Nina's heart rate, which had been soaring, gradually decreased. 118… 114… Arthur saw the line on the screen creeping towards the limit; 108 was the abyss. Theresa smiled with satisfaction. Arthur inserted three fingers, shaking Nina harder, forcing her to regain focus. "Mmmh!" 120 bpm. Nina's sensor light was flashing yellow. One more second, two more seconds, ten seconds, strike.

His heart raced, and I laughed softly, “Are you nervous?” Our eyes clashed and a flush crept up his neck, “A bit. Yeah,” he admitted, making me swallow hard. “Pretend I’m not here. Just…. Whoever your doctor is normally.” He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it quickly, nodding, and closing his eyes while I moved to listen to his lungs. My fingertips gripped his wrist while taking his blood pressure, which also happened to be slightly high. Walking around to the back of the table, I traced the scar on his shoulder blade with light pressure, “Any numbness or tingling?”

She remains stiff, numb and unmoved. Her skin gradually steal the colour white. She's out cold and clearly seem lifeless. Am a first class medical doctor. I sure recognize a lifeless dead corpse despite negative situations and predicaments. I place similar double index finger in her arm pulse. Nothing beats. It's all gone. Her arm pulse is gone. Nothing there. It's empty. No continous sounds and beatings. Nothing but complete void. I repeat same act on her chest. It outturns same result.

I sat down on the very edge of the thick grey comforter, leaning over him to press the cold cloth directly against the right side of his neck, focusing entirely on the major pulse point located just beneath his jaw. He flinched slightly when the freezing temperature made contact with his burning skin, but he relaxed his facial features almost immediately and let out a long, quiet sigh of relief. I held the cloth in place for several minutes, watching the steady, erratic pulse beating against the fabric while the silent atmosphere of the large master bedroom settled heavily around us. Once the cloth absorbed his body heat and grew warm, I lifted the fabric and flipped it over to the cooler si