The Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

“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.

Nancy picked up Clark, who was frightened. Noah did not reply, and Crystal noticed that his breathing was shallow, so she called for several bodyguards to carry him into the house. Once he was inside, she called for a doctor. When the doctor arrived, he examined Noah, and when he was done, he said, "It looks like shock caused by heart atrophy." "Heart atrophy?" Nancy frowned. "Does that mean that he had a heart attack?" "No, I don't think so. It looks like there was a contraction caused by a lack of blood flow to the heart."

The elevator beeped and opened almost immediately he got out of the elevator and Crystal came running just behind. It was a hassle to keep up with his pace while handling her very big gown, especially now that they are all alone. “What makes that so? It’s against every law, even the law of common sense.” She schooled him as she hastens her strides to keep up with him; it was almost like a small run. “A contract is an agreement between two people; it’s not something just you can decide.” She watched his upper lip curve into a small smirk. “I was hoping we would agree, without you bringing law and common sense into this.” He stopped in front of a giant oak door and he punched in some sort of c

Oh, definitely, they were talking about me. First, what the heck? He had another son aside, Jake? Was his mystery son the reason he broke off the contract? Obviously. But why? What's the deal? "I'd choose to trust you," "I can't bear the loss of one of you not getting married to a DeNovo daughter." My eyes widened. What? Were we some kind of good? He looked around as if suspecting someone was eavesdropping on his conversation. I quickly slid lower in my seat and only sat straight after I was sure he wasn't looking. He said something and tucked his phone in his suit before walking away.

he corrected, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Laughing, I nodded my heart swelling with love. "That too, my love," I replied, feeling the weight of our shared journey, our love story, and the promises that lay ahead. Hand in hand, we stood on the precipice of a new chapter, ready to face whatever challenges and joys the future held, bound together by a love that was unbreakable, enduring, and beautifully, wonderfully ours, loving in the shadow of our heart. ******* THE END OF CONTRACTED.

“I—well, I didn’t want to pry. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I appreciate that.” He exhaled, as if preparing himself. “I have Dilated Cardiomyopathy. It’s a heart condition. It means my heart has to work a lot harder than it should, and it doesn’t always keep up.”

"You said you wanted to talk about——" "2 and half studs are not working, contraction and relaxation of heart puts too much of a pressure, yet the normal life isn't affected, however the patient is strictly prohibited from taking part in any excessive activity, anything that requires too much force and energy should not be performed. The regular check-ups and regular medication is advised, in case of any emergency, consult your doctor first-hand." The doctor read the few lines that were hand written by some doctor. "Did you understand anything?" "The patient has a sever cardiac issue." Christopher was the one who voiced it out.

Ms Russo,” the doctor called as he settled down in his office, passing a report to me. “Your daughter had a congenital heart defect,” he said, leaning in closer. “W-what does that mean?” I asked, staring at his face. “It's Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. The wall of the heart is thickened — it’s been there since birth, likely dormant until now.” He added again. “N-no, That's impossible, she just had a seizure, low blood sugar or something, s-she cannot, she’s fine, i-it was just, she just passed out at school, it cannot be that serious ” I argued, laying the reports down.

But I saw his jaw tighten again. Dr. Hayes finally turned back to us. “We suspect a congenital rhythm disorder,” he said gently. “We can’t confirm it yet, but it would explain the instability.” “Disorder?” I echoed. “It means his heart's electrical system may not be regulating properly on its own,” he explained. “Some cases resolve. Some require medication. Rarely…” He hesitated. “Say it,” Luca said. He met Luca’s gaze directly. “Rarely, they require surgical intervention.”

"I don’t understand... What caused his heart to weaken? I mean... I grew up with him, I know him well—he’s healthy. My brother is healthy! And isn’t it impossible for his heart to just weaken all of a sudden?" "Miss Hart, Noel’s condition is congenital. He was born with a weak heart.” I felt my entire body freeze. My breath hitched as I processed what the doctor just said. “Inborn?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt my entire body freeze. My breath hitched as I processed what the doctor just said. Inborn? What the hell… The doctor pulled out a file from his desk, flipping through the pages before placing it in front of me.