Novel & Cerita Heart Dripping Blood

Inside his chest, his heart was pounding wildly with a rhythm that was completely beyond his control. Damn it... Darren cursed inwardly, feeling an overwhelming confusion wash over him. What exactly is wrong with my heart? Why can something as simple as a touch make me react this badly?

“She collapsed at home, slipped on the stairs and hit her head, likely a concussion. But that’s not all, she began panicking and went into cardiac distress. EKG shows signs of unstable angina and early infarction.” My eyes narrowed. A concussion combined with myocardial ischemia. In simple terms, her heart wasn’t getting enough blood. If we didn’t act fast, the minor heart attack would escalate into full cardiac arrest. “She needs emergency angioplasty or coronary bypass. Prep for surgery,” I ordered, sliding on gloves as I checked her pupils, heart rate, and vitals. Then her hand gripped my wrist weakly, her voice barely came out, but it was enough. “Don’t… touch me. Not your… cursed hands…

A rage-provoked action that will be disastrous. Caralyn’s heart thuds hard against her chest.

I closed my eyes and started taking some deep breaths after gulping the water that was on the table next to my bed. I scanned the room in which I was staying, the room had light even though I was sleeping, I hated sleeping in the dark. I was alone. Taking another deep breath, I felt a void inside my heart. There was no place for me. My ears reacted quickly when a small voice came from outside the room. I got out of bed and approached the door but did not open it. I stood on my spot without moving, not even breathing loudly. There was someone’s presence outside the door, I did not have to open the door to know someone was standing on the other side of the door.

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.

The dagger is clearly still lodged in his chest. I try again, as slowly as possible, but to no avail. So I try pulling a bit harder, but still nothing. It’s as if it’s stuck in there. When I tried pulling very hard, the monitoring machine starts beeping. “His heart rate is increasing,” which means he’s pumping more blood than he needs to. If this continues, we’ll end up with him bleeding out, and he’ll probably lose more blood than necessary. We’ll have to stop and deal with the bleeding first.

Sizzzzzz. The drone drove the copper wire straight into the petrified heart valve. The needle didn't just pierce; it bored. My quartz heart gave a sudden, violent lurch, the gold static spiking so hard it blinded my internal retinas. I felt the 14-B virus shriek as the copper suture established the first manual ground.

My silver eyes glance sharply at the writhing body of the dying female. Her lips are already turning a dark, toxic purple color, and her chest is gasping desperately for a single breath of air. Not only that, but her fingers are clenching the fur over her heart with a brutal, crushing grip, indicating that the source of her lethal pain is coming directly from her heart valves.

“ Okay! We'll have to check your blood first if it's compatible and there's no problem. If you're qualified, then we'll get some of your blood to give it to the patient. “ “ Thank you, doctor. “ Then the doctor went back inside the operating room along with some nurses to assist him. After talking to each other, Anthony came rushing in. He stopped in front of her and anxiously asked her. “ How is she?” “ The doctor told me that she needed more blood. I'm going to the blood bank now to donate my blood. But they needed to test my blood first, Sir.” “Danielle.....my love! Please hang in there!” Anthony prayed hard. He knocked the door with his fist and slowly sat down on the bench near the oper

Color starts creeping back into his face. The doctor checks his blood pressure next, frowning at the reading. "One-forty over ninety. Too high." He shines the light in Hayden's eyes again. "Pupils equal and reactive. Good." He listens to Hayden's chest longer this time, his stethoscope moving in careful patterns. "Any history of heart issues?" Dr. Grant asks me, since Hayden's too winded to speak. "Broken heart syndrome," I say quickly. "He was diagnosed recently. Stress-induced. He's on meds for it."