Heartbeats Scrubs Novels & Stories

Jake The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping me anchored to reality. A steady rhythm that didn’t match the chaos pounding in my chest. The smell of disinfectant burned in my throat, and every sterile white surface in the room made me feel like I was suffocating.

🌹 43 🌹 “Fuck!” Ajay ran into the room when he noticed what went wrong. “How did this happen?” He quickly pressed the emergency button and soon after, a doctor and some nurses rushed in. Joan laid unconscious with the tears still fresh down her ears. Ajay sadly looked at her as he was ushered out of the room. “What is happening?” Abel soon arrived. “I don't know.” Ajay was panicking. “I came in and saw the heart monitor was unplugged and..and,,, and s-she was there..”

Her heart was barely beating, so mine was helping hers to continue to beat. "Mate must live." Midnight said in a broken voice. "mate must live."

The blood flows, red and dark on the screen, carrying oxygen, carrying life. The technician measures, records, notes. She does not speak. Her face is neutral. Professional. I watch the screen. I watch my daughter's heart. I count the beats. One, two, three, four. I look for something wrong. I see nothing. But I am not the technician. I am not the doctor. I am the mother.

POV: Vivienne Hart "Ma'am, you need to lie back down your vitals are spiking, we need to prep you for the ultrasound right away," a nurse in green scrubs said, her hands gently but firmly pressing against Vivienne's shoulders, though Vivienne barely felt the pressure because her entire focus was locked on the cracked screen of her phone.

He was in awe that this lovely creature who had captivated his mind and probably his heart was standing before him. He took her hand in his and then started to fill the tub. He looked at her, and she smiled as the room also began to fill up with steam from the water. When it was half full, he touched it and adjusted the temp of the water so they could actually get in it. When it was full, he started the jets moving, and the air bubbles also started. He turned to her and knew this was a make it or break it moment.

HILLARY's POV I watched them drug Scarlett and lift her unconscious body from the wet grounds of the garden. I yelled so much that even when I tried to stop I couldn't and soon I could hear my own screams like I was a kilometer away. My sight became blurry as stinging tears welled up in my ebony eyes. As they carried her away, my heart sank as it felt like they were taking something very special and meaningful away from me. I wanted to run after her and fight off the fierce-looking betas who looked like they were going to eat her raw, but I couldn't as I was in the tight embrace of Dylan whom I felt like strangling at the moment.

Delis said to her. And then gently drags her to the position he sat her down. While they were sitting in that place the same nurse passed them again. And entered back into her mother's world with some hospital equipment. While Rehab's heart was beating heavily as she looks directly into Delis's eyes. While she was waving her head "Everything is not okay" "What's really going on with my mother," She said as she was shading tears. While Delis cuddle her and draw her closer to himself.

His once-pristine black suit was torn, stained with ash and crimson. “Grayson,” she whispered again, more urgently. She pressed her palm against his chest. A heartbeat. Weak. But there. Relief flooded her. Suddenly, shouts echoed through the rubble. Jessica’s voice and others from Grayson’s security team. “We’ve got them! Over here!” Two paramedics and armed guards rushed in, clearing debris. Elena felt herself being lifted, her limbs limp, her head spinning. She tried to stay awake, to hold on, but darkness wrapped around her like a blanket, dragging her under.

The OR lights glared white and holy, slicing through the haze of adrenaline. Machines hummed, steady and merciless. A digital heartbeat pulsed on the monitor, flat for now, waiting for life. Dr. Sarah Smith stood at the head of the table, gloved hands lifted, eyes sharp through the shield of her surgical mask. Sweat gathered beneath her cap, but her movements were exact, every cut, every suture, a rhythm she’d memorized through years of saving hearts that refused to keep beating.