Heartbeats Scrubs Novels & Stories

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."

The fine chain bit deep between my fingers, carving a thin, scarlet line into my flesh from the sheer force of my grip. Beyond the glass, the moonlight had long since been butchered by the dense pines. Only the eastern skyline bled a sickly, pale light. Inside the dim room, the monitor beeped with mechanical precision, each tone separated by a single second. Heart rate: sixty-five. Twenty beats higher than last night. Still climbing.

This absence, curiously, twisted my heart with an inexplicable tension. I grappled with my feelings for him. This was meant to be a business arrangement, devoid of emotional entanglement. He was younger, reserved, with an undeniable ruggedness, a fighter, a former boxer. Yet beneath that exterior lay a serene strength, the kind that didn’t need to be showcased. My fingers traced the faint bruise on my wrist, a silent reminder of the night’s turmoil, one I hadn't even registered in the moment. But Adrian had. The instant we were alone, he’d taken my hand, his touch a tender balm that unlocked something deep within me.

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. ************