Heart Dripping Blood 소설 & 이야기

She stammered, unable to believe her ears. Her father has a medical condition?! Dear lord, this was not happening right?! Her heartbeat quickened. His throat worked on a swallow and he cleared his throat before he answered. "It's called, Ischemic heart disease (or coronary heart disease is a condition that is caused by a build-up of plaque that narrows the arteries leading to the heart. Narrow or blocked arteries decrease the amount of oxygen-rich blood delivered to the heart. This can cause other complications like blood clots, angina, or a heart attack."

I become distracted that I fail to notice their leader behind me. Sudden pain takes over my chest as if a knife is stabbed deep into it. As if someone is clutching my beating heart. I cannot breathe. I struggle but the feeling of blood pouring out my chest makes me unable to do anything. I fall to my knees mouth wide open tears streaming down my face. The sickening pain overtaking my senses. Placing my palm over my chest I seek my blood.

and a lemon juice for herself. "'Heartbeat 141' is supposedly the owner's special cocktail. They say your heart rate reaches 141 when you're in passionate love. Try it," Zia clinked glasses with me and continued, "But for someone like me with congenital heart disease, I can never drink alcohol in this lifetime. Maybe I'm not suited for intense love either. What does being drunk feel like? I'm quite envious that you can live so freely." "Did you study medicine because of your heart condition?" I took a sip of the Heartbeat 141. It was strong, with a tropical fruit aroma, but quickly followed by a bitter taste.

Blood was oozing out of his heart and the corner of his mouth. "STEVEN!"

But she felt another move of a shadow at her back again. "This same action repeating itself again, I thought it was all because I was afraid before?" "But am no more afraid? what's going on here? things ain't right at all" Birdie said as she looks forward again and understand that things are terrible right now. Although she noticed something on the ground. And she bent down to stare at it very well and just to discover that it was a blood, a human blood of course. "Jesus! what's this!" Birdie shouted as she kicks off with speed.

Fear enveloped me as this was the last thing I expected to happen on the day I had tagged as the best day since I moved to New York. In panic, I rushed to her and tried to give her first aid, but all my efforts seemed fruitless. The fall was so hard that it gave her a bruise on her wrist, making her lose blood fast. In a panic, I called the emergency team, “Please come to number fourteen Crescent Street, my mum just passed out and is bleeding profusely,” and they responded in time and rushed her to the hospital. I was wearing a white tank top, high-waist jeans, and strappy heel sandals, as directed by the interviewers, and in shock, I was oblivious to the fact that my white top had been bloo

The truth is… my body is so hot and bubbling that I feel sweat dripping down the inside of my blouse. I close my eyes, hiding my face in my hands again, and try to reorder my thoughts, to calm this hammering heart of mine. But there really is something strange with my body... it's almost like I can feel the blood rushing through my veins... like I can hear it flowing inside me.

I placed my hand on my beating chest, feeling blood rush to every part of my body. Holy.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed Francheska to the hospital. He held her close, feeling her warmth slipping away from him. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after everything they had been through. The streets blurred together as David drove, his mind focused solely on saving Francheska. He prayed to every deity he could think of, promising anything if only Francheska would be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. As he arrived at the hospital, David screeched to a halt and leapt out of the car. He rushed Francheska into the emergency room, shouting for help. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Francheska with equipment and rushing her into sur