Heartbeat Of Hummingbird Novels & Stories

But the beauty of the day was marred by the storm brewing within her heart, casting dark clouds over her thoughts and unleashing thunderstorms of emotions. She sat along the bank, idly skipping rocks, when a flicker of movement near the waters caught her eye. Intrigued, she decided to take a closer look and was delighted to discover a cute little hummingbird wrestling in the weeds. Without hesitation, she gently scooped the bird up in her hands, her heart melting at the sight of its injured wing. "What happened to you, little bird?" She whispered, her voice filled with empathy as she caressed the wounded wing with tender care.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

"What is wrong? Please tell me so that I may help you." Angel began to steady her breathing, and Dmitri noticed that her hiccups sounded extremely cute however Dmitri wasn't going to tell Angel that until she felt better. Dmitri waited patiently as Angel's cries turned into soft mumbles and she clung onto Dmitri as if he were her lifeline as if he were the only thing that kept her above deep water which threatened to drown her. Angel soon lay silent as Dmitri held her and listened to her heart beat steadily and, to Dmitri's surprise, a very faint heartbeat came from within Angel. Its heartbeat was fast and steady and one of the most beautiful sounds Dmitri had ever heard.

I yelled now, screaming. I touched Colin's neck and the temperature made my heart begin to beat rapidly. He was losing heat fast and as I looked back at his eyes, they had now gone white. I moved my ears to his chest and his heartbeat was erratic. I held his hand and it was lifeless. He was going out like a flame in the wind, as I raised his hand but it plopped back down; and the blue doves now flew by again. They all flapped above us; squawking like before, but now sounding like vultures. I looked up and saw them going round, chasing each other's tails and in a circle, and I frowned confused.

The room was eerily silent at evening, and the soft sounds of birds chirping and whistling could be heard from the room, as well as the rhythmic beeps of the life support machines that were planted beside the bed, while monitoring the rise and fall of Zoe's heartbeat. She had been lying there for what felt like an eternity, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths that seemed barely strong enough to keep going.

I kept praying with my head down low. I was snapped out from my thoughts and felt my heart skipping a beat as soon as I saw America’s heartbeat raising to fifty, sixty until it was gradually increasing which caused me to cry even more. I was crying out of happiness as I kept thanking God for another chance he had given us. I kept kissing her hand and felt relieved seeing my wife’s heartbeat over the monitor starting to normalize.

With my heightened hearing senses, I try to find her presence in the room. And as I do this, I hear the rhythmic beating of her heart. A smile forms on my face. “She is fine.” I mutter to myself. I turn back around, prepared to leave. But then, I notice something different about her heartbeat. The beating of her heart is too fast; faster than any human. And immediately, there is an insight! It is not her heart in the room. It is something else. An animal. Shaken by this, I turn on my heel and dash towards the door. With my vampire strength, I smack my hands against the door knob, causing it to fall apart. I push the door open.

Mercer says slowly, "that her brain is actively processing information. Not just automatic functions like breathing or heartbeat, but higher-level cognition. It's exactly what we hoped to see, though honestly not this soon after the procedure." As if in response to the doctor's words, the cardiac monitor registers a slight acceleration in Flora's heartbeat. The change is minimal—perhaps five or six additional beats per minute—but in the context of her previously unwavering vital signs, it feels momentous. "Is that normal?" Serena asks, hardly daring to breathe as she watches the subtle rise and fall of Flora's chest beneath the thin hospital blanket.

Jodie rushes in, moving toward Lucy after looking at us for answers that we don't have. The only sound that can be heard is the insistent beeping from the machine hooked up to Lucy. "Her heartbeat is barely there," Jodie says, stating what we have already assumed up until this point. An hour goes by of Jodie taking vitals and running around the room like a crazy person. Lucy's heartbeat never changes. It's low but it's even. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Her rate suddenly spiked, causing me to jolt up out of my seat and shove the liquid down her throat.

he whispers, voice weak and ragged. "Shh, I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Just hang on," I say, tears soaking his sleeve. "Monitor shows ventricular arrhythmia—prepare defibrillator!" a paramedic shouts. "No! Don’t—" I start to protest, but the medics are already acting, paddles in place. "Clear!" one calls, and the jolt makes Hermes’ body jerk violently. I cry out, hugging him down. "Come on, Hermes… come back to me," I whisper, rocking him gently. "Please… you can’t leave. We have a life to live… our baby… our life together…"