Trace A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart の小説・ストーリー

He snapped three different glass vials, drawing clear and red liquids into the massive plastic barrel. "Hold her down," Evans commanded. Sean didn't hesitate. He placed his heavy, bloodied hands firmly on Tracy’s shoulders, pinning her flat against the hardwood. Evans positioned the needle directly over her heart. With a sharp, violent thrust, he drove the steel straight through the cartilage of her ribs. Sean flinched, turning his head as the doctor pushed the plunger all the way down, flooding her dead heart with pure, weaponized adrenaline. One second passed.

Aaron listened as well, but he was also trying to read the physician to see if he was legitimate or some sort of a fake looking to advance his own agenda. “So… if you think of the heart as a pump, driving blood to the various parts of the body, if one were to make an incision, particularly the large slashing cuts the Ripper uses in the neck and torso areas, while the heart is still pumping blood, there will be a splattering effect, far beyond what we are seeing now, which is only due to the particular motion the slayer is using when he makes the cuts. Asphyxiating the victim before the incisions are made is one way to lessen the effects the pumping motion has on the blood splatter.”

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

The lightning briefly illuminated the room, highlighting the scene of despair and hope amidst the darkness of the stormy night. "Do it!" I ordered firmly, though my wolf was agonized inside, fearing to lose Eleanor. The doctor pressed the needle towards her heart and pressed the plunger, letting that liquid flow through her heart muscle and into her bloodstream. Eleanor's body jerked suddenly, experiencing involuntary contractions, and the nurses gathered around her to prevent her from falling to the ground. At that moment, the monitor measuring the vital signs next to Eleanor's bed began to beep frantically. I saw her body convulse again within seconds, froth forming in her mouth, her arms

I stopped at the door and glanced around it and into the room. Dad sank a needle into one of the crying baby’s hearts and extracted blood. The blood whooshed through a small tube and connected with a needle that had been sunk into one of Dad’s guard’s hearts. The baby screamed at the top of her lungs, the shrill sound echoing through the room. Then, suddenly, it was gone. The baby stopped crying, stopped moving, stopped breathing. My eyes widened as I took in what they were doing, as I finally figured it all out.

Ignoring all consequences -- he focused his blood in his mind as a lot as possible. Blood rushed via his blood vessels. His coronary heart becomes beating at its very limit, following a speedy rhythm. Moments later -- in real reality it become simply an immediately of extraordinarily short thinking, a flash of lightning streaked throughout his thoughts. "--So that is what's going on." Returning blood float to normal, he allowed his blood to go back to his torso. Raven drove and supported his unsteady frame, pulled out The Sacred Cross Blade from the ground and carried it on his shoulders.

My mind focuses on removing the silver from her blood stream. Trusting this process is truly happening, I look to her heart. There is a tear at the edge which caused her to lose so much blood so quickly. I mend that with the heat from my hands and look around for any other damage. I cannot see anything and am trusting myself intuitively to have taken care of anything that was causing her to lose her life.

“I know! Just…shit…just stab the heart!” Dropping the phone again, I grabbed the metal rod. I stood up and lined up the end with the heart. Pulling back, I pushed the rod through the heart. At first, it gave me resistance and I had to push down with all my might. Something cracked and sounded like glass shattering before the rod slammed into the heart, through it and into the ground.

They tried to tie up the points of flow but the whole chest just kept filling with blood. “I need a few doses of Tenormin” “Doctor?” One of the attending subjects stalled. “We need to slow down the bleeding” she explained. At this point, the heart monitor was way beyond normal. A sudden failure of the heart to pump would result in Cardiogenic shock. “ We are going to slightly move the patient to allow us to make an anterolateral thoracotomy incision.” Again they brought the suction tubes to clear away the blood. Then they spotted an unusual deformity that had developed around the heart.

The name was edged with desperation, a need to hear a reply But there was still nothing. I was being hauled into the hallway, moonlight spilled through the windows, the trail of the blood looked as black as the night itself, I was being dragged through it, my feet slipped in it, the feel of it was warm, mushy. My heart spiked when my eyes found the trail that pooled underneath the grandfather clock.