Damian X Flatline Novels & Stories

Hours seemed to go by before anyone came out to tell us what had happened. The doctor pulled me aside into Damian's room, as they wheeled his bed back into the room. This time Damian was completely unconscious and didn't appear to be waking up anytime soon. His skin has also lost a lot of colour. "What happened?" I asked, needing answers.

“That’s because of the bullet that severed one of your coronary arteries. It should've been painful, but I'm so glad you don't feel any pain. I’m also very glad that you're back, buddy. We thought that we'd lost you. In fact, we did, for a couple of minutes, before you bounced right back to life.” “What did you expect? Death knows that I'm no punk,” Damian gloated, an expected remark that made all of them roll their eyes once again. “Anyway, I have to go check on some other patients. Damian, I advise that you don't strain yourself too hard. If you begin to feel too tired, just let them know so they'll let you rest. Don't try to force yourself beyond that, okay?” Damian rolled his eyes. “I wa

The light swallowed him, warm and quiet and final. And then... Pain. Violent. Crushing. Relentless. Something dragged him back. Her hands. Her voice. Her refusal. “Don’t you dare,” she was saying. “Don’t you dare leave me...” The darkness cracked. Damian gasped.. And the machine beeped. Once. Then again. Beep. Beep beep. The flat line jumped. A jagged spike tore through the monitor. The room froze.

I stood frozen on the sidewalk as Rico approached. “Problem?” he asked. “More of them,” I said quietly. “They’re still coming.” Before he could reply, my phone rang again. This time it was the clinic. I answered fast. The nurse’s voice was shaky. “Miss Moretti… Damien just flatlined again. We’re trying to bring him back but… it doesn’t look good.” The world tilted. I dropped the phone.

Damian cradled Vivian in his arms, utilizing his super speed to transport her swiftly to her house. Despite his healing blood having mended her wounds, Vivian still felt a lingering exhaustion and weakness. The realization that she could have perished had Damian not intervened kept her in a state of lingering shock. Gently, Damian placed Vivian on her bed, tucking her in snugly with a soft duvet. "You need to rest now," he whispered, his voice tender as he affectionately patted her head, his gaze locked with hers.

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

the doctors concern confused her. Damian was going to kill her why did it matter whether she was fine or not. The doctor and Damians parents left after they checked her vitals and everything seemed normal they would wait for the blood results to come back. Damian seemed to be concerned which was surprising to her, he looked a bit deep in thoughts like he had something troubling him.

He didn't want to give the impression that he was affected by her. "I am here to see the Chief Consultant of the hospital. I already told him of my visit," Damian said. While he had a private meeting with the doctor, part of it was because of his team, who were on treatment after their last clash in the previous deal and interference with some other thugs who wanted to steal from them. It became messy, and some of his men suffered gun injuries, but they were privately treated. While Dr. Elijah's nephew, Henry Benard, was Damian's friend, he had traveled abroad and hadn't returned. So, Damian relied on the other doctors to take care of his men's injuries.

he echoed. Their moment of solace was interrupted by a knock on the door. Liam entered, his expression grave. "Marcus, Clara. There's something you need to see." They followed Liam to the pack's infirmary, where Ethan lay unconscious, his face pale and bruised. Clara's heart lurched. "Ethan!" The pack's healer, an older wolf named Draven, looked up from his work. "He took an extreme blow to the head. He's steady, but not waking up."

“The words hit him like a ton She looked away. Damian hadn’t slept at the hospital. He sat in the same chair he had all night, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. His phone was silently in his hand. Aria hadn’t responded. Last night. Mila stood near the window, hugging herself. Her eyes looked swollen. They were red. Another doctor in white and bearing an air of importance had come into the Still nothing changes. Still in coma. Damian rubbed his face with both hands.