Single Heart Novels & Stories

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

Selina said in a deep whisper as she stood up from the chair by the bed where her uncle was sleeping when she saw Lucian walk in and stand before her with his worried eyes fixed on his uncle. Lucian shifted his gaze to Selina. He could see the anger in her eyes. "How is he? Albert told me he was sick," he said in a low voice. "The doctor said he had a problem with his heart. He's been grieving since Lester's death," she replied in sad. Anger filled her eyes again. "You haven't answered my question? Where have you been these days?!"

But now, as she sat there, she couldn't find any joy in it. The room was silent, except for the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of traffic outside. Sophia's mind was racing, filled with doubts and fears about the future. Despite the opulence of the hotel room, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness and helplessness that had taken hold of her. She longed to be with someone who truly loved her, who would hold her tight in their arms and tell her everything would be alright. But that kind of love seemed so far away now, lost in the chaos of her life.

I asked, dropping all the formalities. “He’s stable for now Joanne”Steve said as he took a deep long breath before continuing, “his heart went into acute decompensation and he lost consciousness due to poor cardiac output.” My pulse quickened and my heart thudded. I tried to calm down and not tilt towards the negative side. “I don't know how to tell you this, we've started him on inotropes but his response is so far minimal. We might be talking of a heart transplant” Steve dropped the news with a calm voice.

"I'm fine." He reached out for her arm, but as soon as his hand touched hers, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly pulled his hand back, his eyes turning red. "Are you okay?" She asked, holding his hand. Her touch sent his heart racing. His mind urged him to pull away, but he controlled himself, smiling instead. "I'm fine. I just have a slight headache," he said, touching his forehead. Her face scrunched up in concern. "Ouch! It must be from not sleeping last night. I kept you up all night," she said, her voice filled with guilt. "How about your injury? God, you don't even have time to rest."

Her breath caught so sharply it felt like something had physically pulled it from her lungs. She blinked once, twice, as if that might change what she was seeing. It didn’t. Another message appeared before she could even process the first. You shouldn’t live alone. Her fingers went cold. The cup in her hand trembled slightly. She set it down too fast, ceramic clinking against the table. A third message followed almost instantly. It makes things easier. Her heart began to beat too loudly in her ears. Too fast. Too aware. The café around her didn’t change, but suddenly it felt farther away, like she was separated from it by glass no one else could see.

He never knew that I was not unharmed in the accident that took the lives of our parents. The violent impact destroyed my lungs. I did not receive proper treatment. I suffered respiratory failure after only six short years, and I did not have much time left. Yvette suddenly fainted six months ago. She was diagnosed with heart failure after being sent to the hospital. Joseph hired the best heart specialists in the world at the private hospital owned by Sinclair Enterprise. He paid a huge price to search for a willing heart donor. I knew that was my only chance to ease the relationship with Joseph. I signed the organ donation agreement willingly before I died.

I lay there alone in a bed that was far too big and lonely. I was already used to having bodies, touching hands, arms wrapped around me, and the sound of breathing. Now there was silence. And a dull ache in my chest. They made me and broke me just as Simon had done. At this point I knew I was only the one week fling but God it hurt Before dawn and before either of them could start their shifts, I packed my shit and checked out of the hotel.

] [He's just such a tiny thing… But holding him in my arms, I thought for a split second I should do everything for him and Sue. [But that was the moment the doctor told me about his congenital heart defect.] [30th September. I'm marrying for Nathan's sake, but I'm not marrying Sue.] [But I'm going to be a good husband to Sue and a good father to Nathan.] The pen was pushed so hard on the paper for that last line that it almost tore through it. I couldn't help smiling wryly.

“Same depth, same angle, same contrast. He’s… worse.” “Don’t editorialize,” Lyra said absently. “You’re not paid to panic.” The tech made a noncommittal noise and retreated, leaving her alone with the images. She tapped the screen, cycling through views. Angled slices of his heart appeared—short axis, long axis, four-chamber, two-chamber. No matter how she looked at it, the story was the same: progressive conduction system damage. His heart was a traitor. Slow, insidious.