Heartbeats Scrubs Novels & Stories

My heart rate monitor began to spike, and loud beep, beep, noises filled the hospital room. Ping. A message notification. With the last of my strength, I looked at the screen. It was a video. I didn't have to hit play for long to see the sweat-slicked skin, the tangled limbs and the way Stephanie and Kendrick were all over each other. The beep noises got louder and I lost control all over my body, my nose and ears had started bleeding once more and before I knew it, painful spasms threw me to the ground. Darkness rushed in, I couldn't see any longer.

it’s too fast to be my heart. The breath catches in my throat, and my hand that clasps Julian’s immediately relaxes at the quick sound of those beats. “Do you hear that?” Dr. Kraig asks, finally taking his eyes off the screen and resting them on mine. “That fast little heart.” My eyes burn with emotion, and I feel on the verge of tears. “And now... are you listening to this?” He advances the device across my belly and keeps searching and sliding through the gel until the sound is loud again — another heart beating a little slower, in a rhythm that now resembles my own. “This second little heart... You can hear it, right?”

The vertical pupils in the skinny old man’s eyes moved slightly. Poof! He stretched his hand fiercely to make a grab all of a sudden. The man’s half-stepped Tribulation Crossing body abruptly paused as he looked at the spot where his heart was in disbelief. At this moment, he discovered that his heart had been dug out alive. The skinny old man held the scarlet heart in his hand, and it was still beating constantly. This scene was too bloody and gruesome. The American Defense Bureau experts at the back retreated and let out screams of terror.

Her fingers adjusted, the probe turned, and the image on the screen shifted. Marcus squeezed my hand. “Everything okay?” His voice was clipped around the edges with something like a dare to the world. She glanced at the monitor, then back to us, and a small smile — the kind that lives in the corner of her mouth at all times, like a quiet ally — spread. “You might want to brace for a little surprise,” she said gently. “There are two heartbeats.”

She applied the gel, cool against my skin, and turned on the monitor. The screen flickered. Then there it was. A small, unmistakable shape. A life that had stopped feeling abstract weeks ago, but still managed to take my breath away every time. “There,” the doctor said gently. “Strong heartbeat.” The sound filled the room—fast, steady, alive. I exhaled without realizing I’d been holding my breath. Gabriel stepped closer. Not crowding. Just… nearer. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his face unreadable except for the tension in his jaw.

A beating heart lay exposed under the bright, sterile lights, its fragile rhythm holding on as I worked. Carefully, I moved my hands. There was no hesitation, or doubt. Every movement I made was deliberate, precise. One wrong move, and I’d lose him. Sweat beaded on my forehead, but I ignored it. “Doctor,” a voice said softly, and I glanced up for only a second as a nurse leaned in to dab the sweat from my brow. I nodded slightly in thanks, never taking my eyes off the exposed heart. The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours, and yet my hands never faltered.

Seraphina's POV The heartbeat sounds like a war drum. Fast. Fierce. Impossibly strong for something the size of a lentil. Dr. Torres's portable ultrasound machine fills our bathroom with the rhythmic whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of our baby's heart, and I'm crying so hard I can barely see the screen. "Still there," Dr. Torres says, and the relief in his voice tells me he was worried too. "Heart rate at 145 beats per minute. That's perfect for four weeks."

A slow beating sound soon pierced the darkness, thu-thump. Thu-thump. Was it a heartbeat? Pyro came to mind suddenly, when he plunged his hand into me—my heart. He said he would keep it... He has my... Heart? I slowly felt my body coming back to me, the sluggish feeling settling as I looked at the bulky figure that stood next to me. He had hospital scrubs on, and a surgical mask. The blinding light he clicked on made me wince. The sudden cold touch of his gloved hand on my abdomen made me jump slightly. I tried to lift my head, but...I couldn't. Confusion and fear ran on a rampage in my veins.

"It looks very frightening and it is not nothing. But with rest and care the outcome is almost always good." I sat with that for a moment. Then I looked at the scan image she had placed on the small screen. Silas looked at it too. His hand in mine tightened very slightly. “That is the heartbeat," the doctor said, pointing.`, `I looked at the small pulsing flicker on the screen and felt something that started in my chest and moved through my whole body. “Yes," I said quietly. "There it is."