Heart Dripping Blood Novels & Stories

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

Extremely calmly used force to cut a line, cut off the aorta, and blood spurted out. The crimson color seemed to glow in the night. My breathing stopped, and my heart ached. I rushed over, wanting to grab a blanket to stop the bleeding, screaming for help. But no one seemed to hear my screams. And the blood kept flowing like a waterfall, soaking a large blanket. 'Stop, please stop, please, please...' I muttered like a madman,

This misstep slowed the serum's journey to my heart. My mind, deprived of oxygen, plunged into an abyss of emptiness. Yet, in this void, a fiery sensation began to stir. Starting from my throbbing thumb, it wound its way towards my sluggishly beating heart. Upon reaching its destination, it erupted like a dormant volcano awakening. My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor.

"Do you often feel chest tightness?" "Yes," Jaden nodded. "Could you have taken the medicine?" "No, it just happens occasionally, so I didn't pay attention." Lorraine nodded, "Hmm, although your pulse is strong and steady, I can still sense a slight disturbance in your heart pulse, which suggests it might be due to emotional or high-stress situations. However, this kind of condition is more likely to be caused by a heavy heart. Is there something that has been bothering you and hasn't been resolved?"

Grief, loneliness… anger. “Gosh-!” I jumped in shock when a sudden static noise was heard from the speaker, indicating an aggressive pull of the guitar cable from the amplifier. I moved closer to the stage to take a peek, but I flinched again when I heard a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps walking away. I covered my mouth and ran outside the hall in a hurry. God, did he hear me? Was I disturbing him? Is he the type to get annoyed when someone is observing them when they’re practicing? Damn, it wasn’t even intentional that I heard him play. It just so happens that I was in the hall!

It was too sudden. Grace's mind went blank, and she leaned against the wall for support, forcing herself to calm down. "Never mind what the reason is. Let's go to the hospital right now!" She ran out and immediately drove off after the ambulance. She didn't see a pair of old eyes behind her, watching her rush off. "The patient had a sudden heart attack and doesn't have enough blood. We need a blood transfusion, and we need an Rh-negative blood type!"

I swear she turns red; She quickly drops the wine on the table taking a walk of shame with her crying daughters behind her. When the house finally becomes empty and I am all alone, I carefully pick up my glass cup and smash it against the wall, I watch it shatter into tiny pieces just like my heart, I pick up a sharp piece and slide to the floor. Dragging my gown to my thigh, I place the tip of the glass on my lap and cut. I cut so deep that I am almost alarmed by the amount of blood I see. I have never been a suicidal person; I don't plan on bleeding to death.

Nothing was wrong, my blood pressure was normal, there were no blockages or anything abnormal. The only wrong thing was that my heart would hurt so much that it felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. The rate would increase drastically and disrupt the circulatory system and even the airway. Whenever the disease flared up, I would feel pain in my heart to the point of weakness and cold sweats. I would tremble and could lose consciousness.

The rain tapped quietly against the windowpane, but Alina's breath came in gasps. She sat upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat. The images wouldn't stop-Damian's voice, the kiss, Jesse's eyes full of pain, the box full of secrets. It all swirled in her dreams like smoke. She looked around the dim room, heart still pounding. The light from the study was still on. She rose slowly, wrapped in silence and guilt, and padded down the hall. Jesse sat by the window, head leaned back against the chair, eyes open, staring into the night like he was trying to see through it.

She moved quickly and slammed the door hard. I stood there in the stillness, my heart thudding against my ribs, and realized what scared me most wasn’t what she’d said. It was how much of me she could still get to.