Heartbeat Picture Novels & Stories

I shrugged, trying to make him feel better. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t believe I even have a heart in my rib. I’ve never experienced my heartbeat my whole life.” He placed his hand on his chest. "See? No heart beat. Mom and other people confirmed it many years ago. I'm not just heartless as an adjective, but physical am.” I shook my head and chuckled. “That's not possible.” I placed my hand on his chest and the feeling of his heart beat was very soothing. “I can feel your heartbeat.” I lifted his hand and placed it on his chest to make him feel his heartbeat as well.

I ask. “That’s your pup’s heartbeat. It’s a healthy and strong heartbeat too.” She says.

I held onto my chest and took deep breaths. Fuck. This isn’t good. Why does my heart keep on beating like a hundred miles per hour?

I had tried asking the AI chat box for the cure to my heart race but after stating some gibberish, it told me to see a medical professional so here I am. Dr. Veridian finally exhaled as the information clicked into place. He managed a sympathetic, professional smile. “Ah, a beta-blocker, perhaps, to manage stress-induced hypertension. We have excellent compounds for that. Since when have you been experiencing this heart race, my Lady?” I felt heat creeping up my neck again, even though I was trying my best to sound emotionless. “It started... this afternoon.” He wrote something down, his pen scratching against the paper. “And did you engage in any strenuous physical activity earlier today? P

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?!"

One of them, a man with broad shoulders and a yellow vest, stands up from the figure lying on the asphalt. He shakes his head and he pulls a white sheet over the body. The sheet turns transparent in the rain, clinging to the small, frail form underneath. Mom. "No," the word falls from my lips like a stone. "No. She’s just sleeping. She just fell." A sharp, piercing sound cuts through the fog in my brain. Beep. Beep. Beep. It is coming from my chest. My pacemaker, the device that keeps my broken heart pumping, is sending a warning signal. My pulse is too high.

I was being cooked alive. “Heartbeat is elevating fast,” the doctor said with alarm. “She’s now at ninety. No, one hundred and forty. Shit. She’ll go into cardiac arrest if this keeps up!” My whole body spasmed and clashed on the medical bed. I couldn’t focus on one specific thing, as the blood heightened all my senses. I didn’t understand what was happening. The only thing I knew was the people in the room with me were looking panicked, scribbling what was happening on their clipboards and waiting to see if I would calm down on my own.

“He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.” She thought about his words and the meaning that they carried as she laid her head back on his chest and now thought about everything that had just happened. Her chest hurt. Though it wasn’t in the total pain, she thought it would be. Things were numb still around her. She wanted to breathe and let the dull headache go away for a bit before she said anything else.

I snapped. "CPR," Jaxon said suddenly. I looked at him. "What?" "Cardiopulmonary resuscitation," Jaxon said, looking way too proud of himself for remembering the term. "You know. The thing they do in the movies when someone stops breathing. Maybe her heart is sluggish." "Is her heart sluggish?" Kai asked, leaning in. I put my hand over her chest. I could feel it, and it wasn't sluggish. It was racing. It was beating so fast it felt like a bird trapped in a cage, thumping against her ribs.