Novel & Cerita Heartbeat Picture

Even me is already tipsy. I inhaled a solid, sharp breath before making my way to where Seon is seated. I sat beside him and shakes his shoulder lightly. “Hey.” I called. When he didn’t move an inch for approximately a minute, I shake him again. “Seon.” “Hmm?” He hums softly, as he jerks his head up at me. His face right now can’t even be compared to the one he had earlier. He’s completely beet red. From his ears to his whole damn face, down to his neck, and I don’t know where else did his redness reach. All I know is that this man can’t hold his liquor at all.

Stella was rushing toward me, a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, confusion and panic etched all over her face. “What happened?” she asked, eyes darting between me and the chaos inside. “He’s…he’s having another heart attack,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me, grounding me just enough to stop the shaking. I leaned into her, needing that hug more than I realized Minutes felt like hours. I could barely keep my cool, watching how hard the nurses and doctors were trying to keep him alive. Finally, the beeping slowed, Nate's heartbeat returned to normal. The flurry of movement also calmed down. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing from

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

The frantic, hot tide of desire that had been driving him receded, replaced instantly by a sharp, icy spike of fear. Did I hurt her? Was that too fast? He went utterly rigid, bracing his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her, his entire focus narrowing to the strip of white skin where his knuckles were locked against the lavender-scented sheets. He didn't have to ask, "Are you okay?" The question was irrelevant. Her body had told the truth, a sound of abrupt, overwhelming sensation he hadn't fully prepared for.

when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand. " What is that for " I asked him, something wasn't feeling right and I had no idea what it could possibly be. " It's an injection for her heart, it is under strain and we suspect she might experience heart failure " why was it the first time I'm hearing about this. " Why wasn't I informed, if that was the case " I asked him before he could answer the doorbell rang it must be Hillary I had been expecting her.

She also felt what Lucian felt. Not long after, the doctor along with Horace walked into the room in a hurry. "Doctor! Please. Save my uncle," Lucian said in a panic as he stood up from the bed. "Y-yes, my king," the doctor replied and did as his king said. Lucian and Horace watched the doctor who was examining Luther, injecting medicine into his body with their worried eyes while Selina kept in tears. The doctor then stood up from the bed after he had finished treating Luther and stood facing them. "How is he?" Lucian asked into his eyes. "He's had a heart attack. I've done what I could. We'll have to wait until he wakes up," the doctor replied.

I just close my eyes and rest my hand on my chest. Heartbeat: faint. But steady. I’m still here.

My heart is also being monitored, along with my blood pressure and my O2 levels. What the hell happened to me?

"Then tell me. Which unconscious person's heart rate looks like that?" Even as he spoke, the heart monitor spiked—beep after beep, faster and faster.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.