Distant Heart Sounds Novels & Stories

What's with him acting all touch-touchy and making her poor fragile heart accelerate? Her hands were on his bare chest, itching to caress his muscles and she raised her face only to find their lips a few inches apart. Oh goodness! She was surely going to die of a heart attack at the rate at which her heart was beating. She wondered what was the problem or was it that she has developed heart disease causing her heart to beat loudly these periods, especially when she stood close to him. Oh good Lord, save her. “What are you thinking?” She heard his deep voice ask, breaking her from her thoughts and oh dear, as if her mouth, heart, and body were his, she mistakenly blurts out something she wasn

The whimpering sound echoed in Darcy’s head, and he woke with a start. He flashed his eyes open and sat up, his palm against his chest, feeling the continuous thumping of his beating heart. Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh, God! It was painful.

He replied trying to hide his delight. As they exited, they were met with a throng of reporters and flashing cameras. Sophia’s heart pounded, memories of a traumatic night flooding back. She remembered the blinding lights of the ambulance, the piercing sounds of sirens, and the chaos that followed the accident of that fateful day.The reporters’ shouts and camera flashes mirrored that horrific night, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

As I imagined the echocardiogram showing the beginning of a heart attack, I see Michaels entering. "Did you page me for surgery?" He raises his eyebrow and I can see disbelief in his gaze "Infarction with an intraventricular murmur, echocardiogram with a non-standard curve rhythm with restrictive pattern." I quickly inform him without caring that this makes someone look at me as if I were an internist and not a doctor specializing in trauma surgery. I can see the way the man's gaze turns as he gives orders for the changes inside the surgery center requesting the video equipment to start a less invasive approach. When everything is ready and his hand begins to move the wire down the inferior

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

My back was pressed against his body as he reached for the mayonnaise jar and pulled it out. "This one, right?" He whispered in my ear, slowly turning the jar for me to see. I was too lost thinking about how close we were to understand what he was saying. The damn fluttering feeling in my stomach started again. He didn't pull away, his breath fanning against my neck. "Aww, such a sweet couple," a distant unfamiliar voice pulled me away from my fantasy. I immediately stepped aside, my eyes falling on two older women who were looking at us. "We are-"

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!

he says, pointing again. “How do you know that?” I ask, remembering that he showed Victor as well. He just shrugs and smiles at me. I move the stethoscope to where he indicated and… My eyes go wide and snap to Victor’s as…I hear it. At first it sounds like one heartbeat, moving very quick, but then…the rhythm changes, like listening to two drums at once – sometimes the beats mixing, sometimes distinct. “Oh…oh my god…” I murmur, starting to cry again.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

A faint sound in the hallway outside the apartment door. Her heart skipped. Footsteps. Then silence. She stood slowly, every sense sharpening. This was the reality Alexander lived with. The world didn’t feel harmless anymore. The lock clicked softly as she checked it again. Secure. Still, she didn’t move away from the door for a long time. When her phone rang, the sound made her jump. Alexander. This time, she answered. “Hi.” His voice came instantly. “Are you alone?” The question irritated her and comforted her in equal measure.