Heartbeats Scrubs Novels & Stories

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

Cameron was standing outside Marissa’s door, trying to build the courage to ring the doorbell. After a deep breath, when he was about to touch the bell, someone called from behind, causing him to have a mini heart attack. “Cameron,” “Fuck! Marissa, you scared the shit out of me.” He exclaimed loudly, one hand on his heart and breathing deeply. “I am sorry, but why are you standing outside my door?” She asked him curiously. Today, Marissa was late coming home as she had to run to the grocery store, so it was unusual for her to see her student uncle standing in front of her doorstep in all his glory.

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

♡ Skylar ♡ Beep. Beep. Beep. The incessant, increasingly annoying sound of whatever it was, slowly brought me awake. I turned around in my bed, pulling the blankets with me as I reached out for my phone. The phone continued to ring as I searched for it on the table, still groggy from sleep, My head hurt like hell, my hand suddenly hit something and it came crashing to the floor. The sound had all iota of sleep disappearing from me and I sat up. I stared down at the shattered picture frame of Aurora and sighed.

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

Carefully, with the precision of a seasoned expert, Marcus positioned the instrument, ensuring it was secure before signaling to his assistant. Around him, the room was alive with movement—monitors beeped in a steady rhythm, nurses called out vital signs, and the faint sound of the ventilator filled the space. But none of it distracted him. His focus was unshakable. Every action he took was calculated, every decision deliberate. He was at war with time, battling against the odds to restore life to the struggling heart before him. And he would not—could not—lose. "Scalpel," Marcus said, extending his gloved hand toward the scrub nurse.

That blob was a person. Noah leaned closer to the screen, his eyes intense, devouring the image. "That's it?" "That's it," the doctor smiled. She adjusted a dial. "And listen to this." A sound filled the small room. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh. Fast. Rhythmic. Strong. "That's the heartbeat." The tears came without warning. They streamed down my temples into my hair. It was the most beautiful, terrifying sound I had ever heard.

The heavy scent of slick and raw lust fills the small underground bedroom while Beau pulls Dean down against his chest. Beau grinds his hips hard against Dean's thigh, and he begs for physical friction with a desperate sob. My own Alpha instincts scream at me to join them on the mattress, and my blood burns with a deep need to claim our mate. The heavy mixture of our three venoms makes the air thick, but a harsh memory breaks through my rising desire. I remember the terrified look on the doctor's face when the medical monitor flatlined just an hour ago. Dr. Evans warned us about the extreme fragility of Beau's heart, and the doctor told us the biological reboot would leave his cardiovascular

Nobody should see my misery. Nobody should know. My heartbeat increased. My brain started signalling me to avoid such inconvenience. Beep ...beep... Beep ...Beep... Beep... Beep "Doctor, she is hyperventilating." "Sir, heartbeat is increasing." "Bring the defibrillation... make it quick. Fast." My eyes engulfed into the darkness as my body jerked with each shock. ************