Reborn Doll Heartbeat Novels & Stories

The monitor flickers, the room hums softly, and my heart pounds as I stare into the static — waiting for proof that the little bean is really there … and really okay. Dr. Burden chuckles under her breath. “Well then …” She reaches for a switch. “Let’s HEAR it.” She presses a button. And suddenly the room fills with it. Doof-doof. Doof-doof. Doof-doof. Fast. Steady. Fierce. The sound punches the air out of my lungs. She points to a tiny flickering dot on the grainy screen — a microscopic pulse blinking in rhythm with the beatings. “That,” she says softly, “is your baby’s heartbeat.”

“Even if she does, she won’t recognize what you’ll become by then.” He turned away, and I smiled despite the blood on my lips. He didn’t understand. Rebirth was never about monsters or immortality. It was about survival. About refusing to die when the world demanded you should. And Elena… she was the living proof of that. She had my heartbeat now. My code, my failsafe. Every pulse that tracker sent it wasn’t just data. It was a message. I’m alive. Come find me. The room darkened. My consciousness flickered again, fading in and out like a candle in the wind.

"My beloved, you are the Doctor; you should know." Before I know, there comes a pillow flying from across the room with great force. It seems our expecting mother already has a slight hint of mood swings on her side. But all this aside. What indeed are we going to do. So I turn to Breyden, who is still firmly attached to my hand, "Is the child healthy? Can you tell?" "There is a steady heartbeat." "A…a what?" "A heartbeat Sebastian, I am guessing that the child is either human or, in fact, half Vampire, half-human."

She just chuckles and goes out of the office to return a few minutes later with some sort of machine. “Hop up on the bed and undo your jeans” I follow her instructions, my nerves all over the place. She sets everything up then puts some seriously cold shit on my stomach before pressing some sort of device to it. She wiggles it around a few times then I hear it, a heart beat. My hands fly to my mouth as a sob escapes me.

"Until further notice, we will use these to bring her back. I don't want to keep repairing her ribs. The tools can help fix the fractures, but too many repairs in a short time can be ineffective." Ten minutes later, the beeping stopped. Bart injected another stimulator, and her heartbeat returned. C'mon, Karen. This was repeated four more times over the next three hours. Each time Bart injected a stimulator, her heart would beat for some time and then fade out. "Conor," Bart said firmly.

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."

Larys pressed a button, and the sound of blood flow flooded the room. It wasn’t just a heartbeat; it was a rhythmic, powerful, and constant roar that filled me with love. “Listen to that,” Larys said in awe. “The heart rate is 160 beats per minute. It’s rhythmic, strong, and shows no signs of stress, despite everything they went through in the forest. The umbilical cord has a perfect insertion, and the Doppler flow shows us that oxygen exchange is massive. This baby has a vitality I rarely see in our species; it’s exceptional.”

"That's the heartbeat." The flickering was so fast, so impossibly quick and strong. I stared at it, unable to look away, unable to process that this tiny thing inside me was alive and growing and real. "Can we hear it?" Aldric's voice came out rough, thick with emotion I had never heard from him before. "Of course." Dr. Rose pressed a button, and suddenly the room filled with sound. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh. Fast and steady, like a galloping horse. The heartbeat of our baby, loud and undeniable and absolutely perfect.

I murmur while gently petting the beautiful dog. The weight of pain coming from her is so strong that it almost squeezes my chest. “Her name is Coo,” her owner says quietly. “Okay, Coo. Would you be a good girl and let me check your heartbeat?” I ask gently. That seems to work because she relaxes slightly beneath my touch and after several tests and examinations, my heart sinks. Kidney stones and it’s bad. Cases like this always destroy me emotionally because their lives are so fragile already, they don’t live long enough as it is, and surgeries like this carry terrifying risks.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.