Novel & Cerita Damian X Flatline

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

“You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?” Elena’s face burned. “I’m fine. What do you need?” Damon’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I need you to stop pretending you didn’t cum like a slut on my fingers in that alley. Sit down and take notes.” All day he was worse than usual , more demanding. But every time she bent over to grab a file, his eyes devoured her ass. Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there.

“Take this off me. Now. And discharge me immediately.” “Mr. Damian, please, your wound—” “I said now!” Damian’s voice thundered, his blue eyes blazing with a ferocity that left no room for negotiation. The doctor hesitated, looking to me for help. I shook my head, silently begging Damian to stop, but he didn’t even glance my way. Reluctantly, the doctor set to work, removing the IV and carefully unhooking the other monitors attached to Damian. My heart clenched as I watched him wince but stubbornly refuse to show any sign of weakness.

“Voss.” “It’s me,” Damian said, his voice low, stripped of its usual control. “I need to talk.” There was a pause. Then, “You’re not in your lab. You missed your scheduled scan.” “I know.” Another pause. “You had contact.” Damian closed his eyes. “Yes.” “How bad is it?” “That’s the problem,” Damian said slowly. “It isn’t bad. I touched her. I… was with her. For hours. And there was no reaction. No pain. No inflammation. Nothing.”

"What?" "The music. Kill it." He looks at me for a beat, then nods to the driver. The violin dies mid-note and the silence that follows is just as loud and suffocating. Well, it feels a lot better now. I can think in silence, or I can't think at all. Either way, it's better than pretending Dr Albright gives a fuck about my medical license circling the drain. "We're going to fix this Lin. I just need you to be more optimistic." Damian's voice cuts through. Calm and soothing as always. Like he's never failed at anything in his life. Maybe he hasn't, but that's definitely a lie.

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

His skin was burning up. "He’s getting worse," I muttered. Olivia frowned. "He just needs rest." I wasn’t convinced. I pressed my palm against his cheek. "Damian? Can you hear me?" He didn’t respond. His breathing was too slow, too shallow. Panic gripped me. "Damian, wake up!" I shook him gently, but his body was limp. My pulse skyrocketed. "No, no, no—Damian!" Olivia grabbed my shoulders. "Naomi, calm down—"

Let me pray to gods I did not believe in. At 3 AM, the machines started screaming. Alarms. Flashing lights. Chaos. "He is crashing!" The nurse hit a button. "Code blue! Room seven!" Doctors flooded in. Pushed me aside. Working frantically. "V-fib! Charging—" "Clear!" Damien's body jerked. The monitors flatlined. "Again! Charging—" "Clear!" Nothing. Just a long steady tone. Death. "Come on—" The doctor pressed the paddles again. "Clear!"

Fresh tears threatened to fall. Damian grabbed my shoulders as he turned and was facing me. “Stop that. Right now! If he was going to die, he would have been happy to die for someone he cared for. This was an honorable way to go. He did what he should have done. Nothing you could have done to stop him. There was no way you would have known to put a shield up.” I just broke down crying. Damian held me in his arms as I cried until exhaustion finally won, making me pass out. I was barely conscious when someone came into the gym. “Good, she is asleep. The medicine in the water worked.”