Half Face Blades Cardiac Spike Novels & Stories

He was letting out these thin, pathetic whimpers—the sound of a dying pup. I lunged for the bed, shoving Lily's panic into a corner so I could focus. "Seraphina, he's got an arrhythmia. Blood pressure is spiking, O2 sats are tanking..." "EKG and ultrasound results, now!" "Intracardiac thrombus. It's a clot." I felt my jaw tighten. "Inject heparin. Move!" I went into command mode, steering the team through the chaos. Within minutes, Rolf's vitals started to level out.

“Patient is a thirty-two-year-old male. MVA. Cardiac contusion with possible tamponade. Also has a subdural hematoma that needs evacuation.” “I can read scans, Volkov.” “Can you? You’ve seemed distracted lately.” Our eyes meet and the air charges immediately. “I’m fine,” I say. “If you say so.” The patient arrives and we work. He handles the cardiac repair while I manage the craniotomy. We’re on opposite sides of the table but I’m hyperaware of every movement he makes. Every time we need to coordinate. Every moment our hands get close. “Pressure’s dropping,” the anesthesiologist calls out.

I thought it’s because she can’t look at him like this, but it’s something else entirely. Carden struggles to move as he barely comes to a lopsided sit, his hand slides out and the tips of his fingers graze my knee, a shiny silver blade hidden beneath his flat palm. I look him dead in the eye as I slide the small weapon up my sleeve the moment Brit screams at me.

All of it blended into something suffocating while panic spread violently through my chest. Alexander stepped forward first. “What kind of complications?” The surgeon removed his surgical mask slowly, exhaustion visible across his face now beneath the harsh fluorescent lighting. “One of the fragments shifted dangerously close to the left ventricle during rewarming.” My stomach dropped instantly. The doctor continued carefully, choosing every word with obvious precision. “We can attempt removal, but because of the blood loss, hypothermia, and stress already placed on his body tonight, there is a significant risk his heart may not tolerate the procedure.”

I stepped ahead and Mikhail immediately stopped before stepping away, giving me space. I picked up the spiral knife from the cart and, without wasting a second, I lodged it in his bicep, relishing in the scream that filled my ears. I released my grip on the knife and held his face, my fingers digging into his cheeks until he was looking at me with his teary eyes.

“Surely this kid can’t escape with three light blades on both sides.” The light blade swished through the air at an incredibly fast speed, as it aimed for Fane’s face. Although he retreated quickly, he was still too slow. Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the blades closing in on his arms, and even some of them were imagining what his arms would look like after, all mangled and bloody.

I could still remember the doctor telling me that if the knife attack had been even an inch to the side, I wouldn't have survived. I didn't expect Suzy, who had always bragged about being Ted's buddy, to steal credit for my sacrifice just to win his favor. Ted was fuming with anger after viewing the footage. "Suzy Ruffalo!" Everyone else in the room gasped in surprise. Suzy, however, remained unfazed. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I did beg the director, but he said he couldn't do the surgery. What was I supposed to do?" Her gaze turned icy as she continued, "Besides, I wasn't going to mention this, but that angry patient was actually your sister's ex-boyfriend.

*Levi* I am happy it was the heavy wooden cutting board I grabbed because when I turn, lifting it as a shield, the big knife hacks into it. "What the fuck!" The blade bites deep into the grain, leaving a gash that mirrors the sudden dread slicing through my veins. The guy is wearing a ski mask, making it impossible for me to see who he is… his eyes are dark pits, hungry and wild, lit only by the adrenaline-fueled madness coursing through his body. Not that it matters so much right now; clearly, he wants me dead.

A holistic, but dead structure, capable of further existence already in a modified form. He frowned involuntarily, in this body the sparks covered all the internal organs and approached the brain of the victim. True, now most of them, for some reason, were pulled back and accumulated in the side of the guy. It was into this cluster that he plunged the very tips of the blades. His own unnaturally distorted voice, pronouncing the right words, cut through his ears, and for the first time crossed the line of their understanding. - Sparks part of the flame! And I am the flame...

The pain had haunted him for years. Expressionless, he pressed the scar to the icy glass. Frost erupted where flesh met subzero surface. A white cloud billowed thick and heavy. He closed his eyes. He coaxed the dormant strain awake. A penetrating pulse surged through the medium, straight into the mech-heart’s logic board. Crackle— Sparks danced along the tank’s rim. The life-support core’s calculations stuttered for 0.3 seconds, caught in the interference. “Now!” the chief shouted. Vivienne’s fingers blurred across the external terminal. She didn’t touch a single live power line.