Heartbeat Movie Novels & Stories

Then he nods. Then Dr. Carter says something and the room moves and I stop thinking about shareholder meetings and twelve-year conspiracies and corridors and Gabriel Kane and all of the things that have been requiring my attention for six weeks and I think about one thing. The heartbeat. Small and fast and completely certain of itself. The way it was from the very beginning. The way she has always been. Already certain. Already here.

“Last time you hit 140 you spotted. Dr. Hewitt said—” “Dr. Hewitt said it’s normal,” I said. Sat up. “She said twins make your heart work harder. She said walking to the bathroom isn’t a medical emergency.” He didn’t answer. He was looking at the monitor in the nursery. Alex. 98 BPM. Sleeping. Then at mine. 112 BPM. Awake. Annoyed. Then at his phone. His own. 167 BPM. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack,” I said.

I saw it. The heartbeat. Fast and furious and alive. Something cracked inside my chest. Something I'd been holding together since the moment I signed that contract. Tears slid down my temples into my hair. I didn't wipe them away. "The heartbeat is strong," Dr. Hayes said. "Faster than typical for four weeks, but —" She tilted her head. "But there's something else." "What?" Kael's voice was rough. Dr. Hayes zoomed in. The image blurred, then sharpened.

I say and he smiles. "Okay, no bull shitting... I'm still feeling weak. The healer said it was because I lost so much blood. He said it's not a cause for alarm though that the blood count will soon return to normal. He also said my heart will need more time before it returns to its full working capability so because of that, I should avoid anything that will bring excitement and surprises which might trigger another heart attack. That's all. You can talk to him yourself if you want to know more

The beeping on the heart monitor speeds up. I look down at my sleeping mate. She is my sleeping beauty. Maybe I should try again. I lean over again and give her another kiss, and her heart rate speeds up a little. I know she can feel the sparks between us. "Am, we have a lot to do, and I can't do this without you. I need you; the girls need you, and the pack needs you." I give her one last kiss, this one more demanding. The beeping gets faster, and I feel her hand twitch.

One hundred and sixty. The pacemaker is throwing glaring red error messages across my screen. It’s trying to fire, trying to shock the heart back into a normal rhythm. It doesn't work. Tariq’s compound is basically liquid chaos. It’s tearing Vane’s nervous system apart from the inside. "Security is on him," Max says. "They’re pushing the crowd back. Someone is yelling for a doctor." One hundred and ninety. Fibrillation. The heart isn't beating anymore. It’s just vibrating, totally unable to push blood through his body.

His eyes were open but rolled back, showing mostly white. "How long?" I asked. "Hour and seventeen minutes," Marina said, moving to check his monitors with hands that still shook a little. "He should be dead. His heart rate—" She pointed at the monitor. 200 beats per minute. The readout showed it had been that way for over an hour. "That's not possible," I said. "I know. But we checked. Different monitors, manual count—it's real. His heart's been sprinting for an hour straight. It should have—" She stopped, swallowed. "Any other kid would be dead. But somehow he’s still kicking."

“I sent you a video.” I scramble to open the file, my heart hammering against my ribs. There, on the screen is a tiny, blinking dot. A little bean I see it, the flickering heartbeat, and something explodes in my chest. “Strong heartbeat. Just like its mom.” She’s quiet for a second.

My heartbeat thundered. Now or never.

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."