Novel & Cerita Heartbeat

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Echo held her hands up , in a motion to calm me “I think you should just calm the fuck down and think rationally about this” “Think rationally?” I scoffed “there is no rationality where Kain Griffin is involved” I let out a groan and clutched my head as a wave of pain rolled from the back of my head. I’ve definitely had too much to drink “God, I just want this to end” I let out in a defeated voice. The bartender came over, a bottle of vodka in his hand “Refill ladies?” I shook my head “No thanks, A glass of water would be nice”

"Vitals are dropping fast! Doctor, we're losing her rhythm!" "Jodie! Stay with me!" Evelyn calls out, her hands coming down firmly on my shoulders as the heart monitor continues to beep erratically, signaling that my body is completely giving out.

Heart asked dumbly. Cullen gritted his teeth and glared at Heart. “Many workloads!” Cullen shouted at her. He then turned around and went to the mini conference room inside his office as there was a storage room inside there as well. Heart exhaled when he left her station. She closed her eyes and held her chest. ‘I must stay calm, I must stop feeling nervous because there is no way the Cullen Lee will learn the fact that me and Scarlet Heart are just one person.’ Heart thought as she was controlling her heartbeat speed.

No Prophet-black, no mirror-silver. “Is it over?” he rasped. “Part of it,” she whispered. He squeezed her hand, but didn’t smile. “There’s still something in me. Something that didn’t leave.” She nodded. “I know.” “But it’s quiet now.” Nyrah kissed his forehead. “Let’s keep it that way.” That evening, when the healers checked him…One whispered something strange. His heartbeat…Was not in rhythm. It was layered lke two pulses at once.

After the morning that my ears bled, I started having blackouts, losing time. I’d sit in my office busy with paperwork and I’d look up and it would be three hours later, the same paperwork still in front of me. I had no recollection of what happened during this time and I decided to open Karani’s chest again.

With that, he ruffled my hair, smiling brightly. I nodded in response. He looked at me pitifully again. I bit on my lips in embarrassment. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to run away from this place. I felt suffocated. I wanted a hole to open up and dive into it. “Damon, she has a rapid heartbeat reading, thereby increasing her blood pressure.” “What’s the remedy?” Damon asked without taking his gaze from the glass cup. “Do you want to know the cause?” Doctor Kendrick asked Damon.

"The one connected to this chair." [The Virus] Ryker frowned. "What?" "Check his vitals!" Ryker barked at the technician behind the glass. The technician looked at the bio-monitor screen. [ HEART RATE: 180 BPM ] [ BLOOD PRESSURE: CRITICAL ] [ DATA UPLOAD: 25%... 40%... ] "Sir!" The technician panicked. "His heart rate isn't just beating. It's... transmitting!"

But as he stepped closer to hug me, his kinetic energy abruptly flatlined. His hyper-accelerated nervous system registered the sluggish, agonizingly slow capillary refill in my skin and the heavy, calcified rhythm in my chest. Toby stumbled backward, his hands raising defensively as if the air itself had just burned him. "No," Toby stammered, his eyes darting frantically between me and Killian. "No, your heart rate is twenty-eight. The valves are stiff. The... the quartz." "Toby" I started, reaching out for him.

But it was the central screen that made my breath permanently lock in my throat. It was a real-time health monitor, glowing with a bright, digital pulse. It displayed Luciano's exact heart rate, his internal bleeding velocity, and a flashing red countdown timer that read exactly: 00:14:22 Beneath the timer, a automated diagnostic line text read: Moretti, Luciano. Structural Failure Imminent due to Internal Hemorrhage.