Heartsick Novels & Stories

The fluorescent lights caught the gold in his brown eyes, the flecks of lighter color near the pupils that made him look perpetually surprised, perpetually kind. "I know his anatomy," Datu said. "The way his ribs curved around his heart. The adhesions from an old appendectomy—he was, what, sixteen? The scar tissue that slowed my dissection. I know the exact pressure his aorta can withstand before it tears. Does that count as knowing him?"

He replied trying to hide his delight. As they exited, they were met with a throng of reporters and flashing cameras. Sophia’s heart pounded, memories of a traumatic night flooding back. She remembered the blinding lights of the ambulance, the piercing sounds of sirens, and the chaos that followed the accident of that fateful day.The reporters’ shouts and camera flashes mirrored that horrific night, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Degh … My heart is beating

"When someone you love collapses in front of you your mind goes to the worst place before your heart has time to catch up." Aiden looked at Nicholas, then at Scarlett. Then at me, then at Valeria pressed against his shoulder. "So I'm not dying?" he asked. "You're not dying," Scarlett said, squeezing his hand. "You have a heart condition. I know that sounds frightening. But we found it early and that matters more than almost anything else." "The medicine is already helping," Nicholas said. "That's why you felt better after they gave it to you." "And now we know how to protect your heart," Scarlett said. "That's the whole point of knowing."

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

She paced up and down the waiting area, praying in her head for nothing bad to happen to him. She saw the medical doctors approaching and she hurried her steps towards them. "Please what is wrong with him?" she enquired "Who are you to him," asked the medical doctor "His wife, ex-wife," Ruth replied "Okay. He suffered from what we called stress cardiomyopathy," he said "What is that doctor?" Ruth asked "In simple terms, he is suffering from a broken heart syndrome," Ruth lowered her head knowing it was her fault. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

“I am sure of my decision today. And I know that there is no one else in this world that could take my breath away the way you do. Make my heart beat faster the way you do, make me lose my mind the way you do. You bring out the worst and the best in me. You are my existence, my heart. From this day forward, you hold my heart within the palm of your hands. And for as long as you choose, I will hold and cherish you, through sickness and health and through heaven and hell. My heart will always belong to you.” Tears were streaming down my face in a marathon. And I just smiled. “Wow” I mouthed to him, unable to use my voice.

Hacker is sentenced to jail. My legs couldn’t support me, I stumbled and fell still staring at both the newspapers. I was breathing heavily, my head spinning and the little breakfast I had wanted to come out of my mouth. I gulped, patting my chest, trying to console my trembling heart. “Miss. Are you okay?” I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and taking deep breaths. “Miss? Should I call an ambulance?” I shook my head, eyes still closed. “I am fine.” I gasped out.

"Oh, well, then, I have good news for you. My neighbor down the street would be a perfect match. He's quite the carpenter and a very lovely man, but his family has a long and sad history with a very rare heart condition. I think you'd find it fascinating." "Oh, well, I don't think-" "He was just telling me the other day that one of the big hospitals up north is trying to convince the family to be part of a ground-breaking study, but they really would like to work with someone at St. Agnes." Deanna frowned and leaned forward. "Do you know what this rare heart condition is called?" "Oh, my, let me think." Miss Sissie tapped her lips. "It begins with the letter B, I remember that . . . Brew-som