Heartbeat Picture Novels & Stories

"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!"

He could feel the fear in her gaze more intensely than the pain in his chest. "You're awake," she wiped back tears and whispered. He tried sitting up, but she pulled him back down. "Avoid even considering it. “You nearly collapsed, Nicholas. What the hell were you thinking?" He murmured, "I'm fine," yet the cardiac monitor beside him was beeping steadily. "You're not fine!" she yelled in a scratchy voice. "Your abnormal heartbeat was called an arrhythmia. The doctor said that it is stress-related, it could worsen if you continue to push yourself in this way.”

Her heartbeat is slow and weak. His partner, a younger woman with quick, efficient movements, pulls out her phone to communicate with the hospital. “I’m calling Dr. Green,” she announces, her tone professional as she steps aside for a moment of privacy. “I’m not sure how we can help her heartbeat get stronger, especially after the surgery.” Overhearing bits of the conversation, I catch her saying, “Dr. Green, we have Abby Joseph here with a very faint heartbeat and breathing with assistance only. What are your recommendations for transport?”

I didn't want any more trouble, my desire to hit him was gone. After having an hour, I got tired and headed home, the next day I had to go to school. I had been walking for about three minutes when I heard some footsteps behind me. I tried to turn around quickly, but I couldn't and I didn't see who it was when I felt a strong pain in my lower part of my back. At that moment I knew I had been stabbed. I fell to the ground and was just bleeding non-stop. The person who had done this ran so fast that in seconds their footsteps were no longer audible.

I'd keep my distance and my dignity and I wouldn't let him see how much he'd hurt me. I stood up from the bed, my legs steadier now and my breathing more controlled. My wristwatch was still beeping. I glanced down at it. *Heart rate: 128 bpm* I took a slow, deep breath. In through my nose, out through my mouth. And another breath. The beeping slowed. *Heart rate: 115 bpm* Another breath. *Heart rate: 102 bpm* The beeping stopped. Good. I was in control. I was fine.

Suddenly, the cardiologist said, “Oh no, his body is shaking! I think his heart rate must be very high!” He retrieved a portable ECG monitor, connected the probes to Kian’s body, and made a quick test. He was shocked to find that Kian’s heart rate was as high as 180 beats per minute! “This… this is the heart rate index after vigorous anaerobic exercise… If he keeps on like this, I’m afraid his heart can’t take it much longer!” Donald asked frantically, “What will happen then?” The cardiologist explained, “He will have heart failure, palpitations, or myocardial infarction, which means a heart attack, and it can be life-threatening!”

Nothing but blank. The pain, once again, jolted throughout her slim body. A strong headache hit her hard, yet, the striking pain on her chest was almost unbearable to resist. Sapphire's chest movement was exaggerated for a while. There was a loud disturbing buzz and then a beeping sound that monitored her heart beats. The machines were place side by side of her as if her life depend on it. The monitor, moving in a ziz- zagged lines with flagging signal. Blood soared in her ear as the commotion around her intensified.

"Perhaps indicative of a need for a scan to rule out a traumatic brain injury or concussion." I shook my head. "It comes naturally." "Marvelous." "What else?" I scooted closer to get into her space. "What else have you noticed in your assessment of me, Dr. Hepburn?" She licked her lips as she glanced behind me. "Your heart rate is increasing." "Maybe that's your fault." She locked her emerald gaze on me and waited. "Maybe you're exciting me."

It was a flawless visual paradox—a piece of raw creative chaos that was sharper, more dangerous, and more devastatingly beautiful than any clinical logic model my processing units could ever generate. My thoracic metrics spiked instantly. My heart rate accelerated to ninety-eight beats per minute, the internal status monitor flashing a persistent amber warning code across my mental field: CRITICAL VARIANCE DETECTED in SECTOR_04. HEART RATE: 98 BPM. REGULATION LOOPS: FAILING.

developing a high chance of him slipping in coma. The heart rate that was shooting all time high under the enigmatic rush of flight and fight hormone has temporarily swept into a state of bradycardia. His pulse was dropping at an enormous speed making the paramedical staff alarmed about the potential of him going under the state cardiac arrest after the severe haemorrhage. 'Keep the ER ready! We have an urgency!!', the paramedic said over the phone with someone, cold sweat forming on his forehead since he recognised the man who is one of the major share holders of his hospital where he's employed.