Heartbeats Scrubs Novels & Stories

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

But undeniably there. Lydia stares at the screen. For a moment the world outside the room disappears. “That’s really…” She can’t finish the sentence. “Yes,” the doctor says. “Really.” Then a sound fills the room. Fast. Steady. Rhythmic. A soft pulsing noise that echoes gently through the speakers. Lydia’s breath catches. “What is that?” The doctor smiles. “That’s the heartbeat.” The sound continues. Quick and determined. Like a tiny drum beating inside the quiet room.

My face warmed instantly, heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked away, suddenly very interested in adjusting the date label on his line. “Stay calm, Philippa,” I whispered to myself. I focused on my duties, counting the drip, checking the IV site, and smoothing the blanket carefully, anything to distract myself from the way my heart refused to settle. After a few minutes, the monitor steadied, and the quiet returned to the room. I stepped back, taking one last glance—brief, cautious before turning away. As I walked out of the recovery room, my shoes barely made a sound against the tiles. But my heart…

I saw you yesterday. His chest tightened a little, not fully understanding why. He looked up instinctively, scanning the walkway around him. Nothing unusual. Just students moving between buildings, talking, laughing, existing. He looked back down. Another message had come through. With him. Eli’s fingers went still around the phone. The sound of the campus faded slightly in his awareness. He reread the line once. Then again. With him. A slow, uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. Not fear exactly. Not yet.

Patel walked in, warm-faced, clipboard tucked under her arm. "Audrey. Good to see you. How's everything been?" "Fine," Audrey said automatically, the way she always did. Dr. Patel raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second, but she didn't push. She had the gel ready, the wand ready, and within a minute the small dark blur was up on the screen, that fast little flicker in the middle. "There's the heartbeat," Dr. Patel said. "Strong. Nice and steady."

I guess that booth helped people somehow even if it was a bit of corny. "Ella Taron?" I stood up after I heard my name being called. The receptionist told me which room I would go to, then I went inside the hallway. I found the said office where "Fixing Hearts Request" printed on the paper and sticking at the door's window. I knocked on the door twice and the door opened. And that familiar face of a man stood in front of me. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest on it, he was taller than I expected, wearing glasses and his long hair was lying on his neck. He looked so attractive from his looks right now compared to the party. But from the looks on his eyes, he looked re

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?

All Hearts! "

Then he pulled me forward by my waist and touched his lips to my ear, sending dangerous tingles down my body. "Don't miss me too much sweetheart." What was he doing to me? Swayer's POV | was So pumped about tonight. It was the first competition of the year and | was excited for every bit. | loved the sound of the crowd cheering for me and the loud music blasting from the overhead speakers, but mostly | liked having Penelope here. | don't know what it is with her, but when | held her hand in mine, sharp pleasant sensations went up through my arms. What is wrong with me?

All the men immediately closed their eyes and the girls ran to her. “What? What? Twins!!!” all shouted excitedly. “Looks like it. I will try again after two more weeks. It will be clear then. There it is,” Sameeksha smiled. “There what is?” asked Renata and Michelangelo together. “The heartbeat!” said Sameeksha and pin-drop silence followed. The men opened their eyes and stared at the monitor. The girls too were focused on the monitor. Two faint heartbeats beating one after the other were the only sounds all could hear.