Damian X Flatline Mga Nobela at Kwento

he continued, “you would treat me like a crazy man. But you don’t. You look at me like someone who once loved me… and now hates me.” Silence filled the room again. “Get out,” Sheina hissed. Damian didn’t move. “Leave now, or I’ll call the police,” Sheina continued. “I have connections in the media. Don’t think the Xavier name can silence everything.” Damian still didn’t move. Instead, he scanned the room, as if searching for something. Leon. But the connecting room door was tightly closed. “I’ll go,” Damian finally said. He straightened his clothes calmly.

"I swear I’m going to find the bastard who did this to your dad and make them pay." But in the end, the case was closed because there were no surveillance cameras at the accident site. However, when I went to the hospital to visit, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Damien and his assistant. "Boss, I don't get it. Why block the craniotomy?" the assistant asked, sounding confused. "The doctors say there’s a high chance he could recover. Why are you insisting on conservative treatment?" "He can't wake up," Damien’s voice was suppressed with pain. "He saw Lily's face."

“Come on…” Seconds stretched. Luca’s body stayed rigid. Trembling. Fighting. Then Nothing. Stillness dropped over him like a curtain. Too sudden. Too complete. The monitor flatlined for a fraction too long. Damon’s heart stopped. “No” “Wait,” Seraphine said sharply. The line flickered. Once. Twice. Then A slow, dragging rhythm returned. Weak. Painfully weak. But there. Alive. Again. Damon sagged slightly, his grip loosening just enough to breathe.

"Well, well. Damian Alexander. Sick? Miracles do happen." Livia bit her tongue. Even the doctor doesn't believe it. Still, Harris went through the motions-checking pulse, eyes, blood pressure, and temperature. Livia stepped closer, peering curiously. "Doctor, what's wrong with him?" Harris looked mildly startled at her presence. "Nothing serious, Miss. Damian just needs rest." "When I say I'm sick, I am sick," Damian growled. "Okay, okay. You're very sick," Harris relented, fighting a smile. "Have you eaten?"

Adrian and Jacob both shot up their head at once, a thin stream of tear started flowing from corner of Adrian eyes… he tried to speak but no words came out of his mouth, seeing which Jacob butted in and said was a deep huff “Alex was drugged with very heavy and strong dose of Tadalafil Drug…. that busted one of his nerve in his brain…. he… he is currently under brain… surgery, it is not successful… he might end up in COMA…. ” “Coma….” I whispered and remained glued to my spot as my head subconsciously turned to look at red color light that was flashing bright outside surgery room….

“Leave, Damian. Right now. Damian gives one final frown before turning and running into the woods, his shape engulfed by the shadows. However, his closing comments remain, a threat I know he will accomplish. My body is still shaking from the adrenaline, but I breathe in relaxation as the stress starts to lessen. As he approaches me, Xander turns to face me, his eyes getting calmer. His voice is quiet as he says, "Are you okay?" I'm not sure, I nod. "I'm all right. Just shaken.” With a scowl, Xander reaches out and gently cups my cheek. "I apologize. I should’ve been here longer” I shake my head, stepping back gently. "You are not to blame. He's dangerous, Damian. He will not give up. “

Water pooled on the floor. Damian was on the bed. His hands were pressed to his head, his fingers digging into his temples, his eyes screwed shut. His mouth was open. No sound came out. "Damian—" Damian fell back. His head hit the matress. His hands did not move. His eyes did not open. His chest rose and fell, rose and fell, too fast, too shallow. Rowan grabbed his shoulders. "Damian. Wake up. Damian—" Damian did not move. His breathing slowed. His hands loosened. His face relaxed. He was asleep. He was unconscious. He was gone.

and Damien who has proven to be a great asset to have. Irk and Tanner started arguing when we arrived and Damien seemed to be the only one who could calm them down, I think it was because he's staked like a brick house, and both Irk and Tanner seemed to have started to drool once they saw him. I ship them all three of them. Insert evil laugh here. “You have our blessing” an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands.

I tried to lift my fingers when one of the nurses screamed, "doctor she just moved her hand. The doctor came to my bedside and started another routine of checks up. Moments later, I heard the nurses telling people not to disturb me, they were Beatrice Lucas and Damian. Damian sat on my right, Beatrice on my left while Lucas stood at another end. Damian look exhausted with bloodstains on his shirt, he had a little bandage on his wrist. He took my hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should have left you angry, please forgive me." I opened my eyes and saw his head was down. "Damian" I called out, my voice still faint and weak, but loud enough for those with me to hear.

The doctor opens up the drip line for the IV fluid. Damien fell to the floor as soon as he flatlined. He clutched his chest falling to the floor screaming and crying as he felt his mate die. The tether wasn't there since they weren't fully mated and marked. But they were close and the bond was fully formed, just not the tether. Therefore it's almost as painful as if they were fully mated. I quickly place my hands on him, one on his head and the other on his chest. I close my eyes and focused on my power, pulling it from my core up and out.