Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Her hands were shivering and face covered in sweat. She could hear the closing of the door behind and could feel her pulse knocking her throat. Kyara gulped heavy to free the lump inside. The press of the cufflinks on the desk of the dressing mirror followed by the sound of the removal of the belt was heard to her ears bringing a knock of electricity through her nub. Kyara stiffened curling her toes. Her heart was about to burst out of its ribcage as she pulled her lips into her mouth to arrest a snivel.

is he going to be a freak again? "I don't know," I said honestly. But I must find out what went on. I got on my knees beside Lucius and touched him on the wrist. His heart fluttered about as well, too slow, too irregular, as though he was caught between life and death. The next beat was weak; the first beat was strong. It was as though his body was out there fighting two battles simultaneously - trying to treat itself and trying to close. Harriet crept nearer about, her glow a little. She felt as though the air in the room had finally settled down. The breathing of even Lucius became a little even.

“Fucking shit!” the alarm in the new voice alerts me. I scent the air. Separating the different smell and lock in on Sebastian’s scent. It was mixed with blood and the pungent smell of silver. The heart monitor picks up, beeping loudly and sounding a warning. “Start CPR. He is going into cardiac arrest” someone shouts. Fear grips me. I didn’t need to be told who they were talking about. I am paralyzed and not because of my head wound. Something unfamiliar seizes me. Grips my heart refusing to let go.

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

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 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.

He zoomed in, then out. He realized he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop watching her heartbeat, couldn't stop confirming she was alive, couldn't stop thinking of her in the dark. He tapped the "L" key lightly with his fingertip. The folder highlighted; he pressed Enter. The heart rate curve spread across the screen, beating quietly. He stared at it and pressed a hand to his chest. The heartbeat under his palm and the frequency of that curve on the screen were, at that moment, exactly the same.

The only comfort he could give. "Pulse is thready," he said. "BP sixty-five over forty." "We're almost there." "Her body is telling us to stop." "Twenty more millilitres. Then we close." The machine clicked. The bag was filled. "Two-forty five," Connor said. "Almost." The monitors beeped faster. An alarm started. Low and urgent. "What's that?" Connor's head snapped up. "Tachycardia. Her heart is compensating." "Compensating or failing?"

, I shouted and started to panic. I tapped his face again and again trying to wake him up. But nothing works. It was getting difficult for me to hold him straight upside. My eyes were getting moist.I rubbed my hand on his chest and my hand nearly flinched when I felt his heart beating wildly. It was thumping at a fast rate rather than normal rate. I was feeling that it would came outside from his chest at any moment. " Get up, Musa. Please", I sobbed. He wasn't responding. I thought to call someone for help. I shouted Amina's name loudly but Haider entered the room in place of her with a worried face.

As I counted, it was less than twenty beats per minute. My mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, "I shouldn't perform CPR merely because his heartbeat is slow, right? Even if his heart beats weakly, it is still a beating heart, right? What if he is hibernating or something? Should I warm him up, or is it his normal temperature? What the hell is he?!"