Novel & Cerita Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart

“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.

"What exactly is she doing to him?" Dr. Whitfield didn't answer right away. He was already crouching, already watching my hands with the specific attention of someone recalculating everything he thought he knew about the next thirty seconds. "That's a Pericardial tap." Whitfield said it slowly, like the word itself didn't quite believe what it was describing. "Fluid's built up around his heart — cardiac tamponade, by the look of him, probably been building for weeks and nobody caught it. If she's doing what it looks like she's doing, she's draining it. Relieving the pressure before it stops his heart completely." He swallowed. "That's not a first-aid maneuver. That's a hospital procedure. Wh

Clara continued, stepping closer to me, "her medical records will prove that she was incredibly weak. The trauma of a car crash—the stress, the panic, the physical shock of hitting a human being—would have a huge, recorded effect on a failing heart!" I gasped as the medical reality hit me. "You're right. If Scarlet was driving and hit Ana, the sheer terror and adrenaline would have caused a massive spike in her blood pressure. Her heart monitor would have recorded extreme stress. There might even be records of her complaining of chest pains to her doctors in the days after the crash!"

Sienna started administering the needles. For Heather’s current condition, the backflow of blood was causing the heart and lungs to contract, so the situation was very tricky. However, what was even more fatal was that Heather’s chest cavity was filled with blood from the injury. That tiny little bit was microscopic, so it was not discovered. That was the real culprit causing her serious injury. When Sienna lifted her hand, all the long and short silver needles fell. Mr. and Mrs. Satchell covered their mouths outside the intensive care unit as they watched through the glass window. Tears were rolling down their cheeks.

“What are you doing? I said to circulate the essence everywhere in your body. We talked about this!! Which is the easiest way to spread the essence??” “The heart,” I whispered. “Good, take it there.” I followed his instruction, and as I led the glow to my heart, it lighted its own path as it followed the current of the blood in my veins. Once the essence pooled into the second chamber, my heart pumped the essence everywhere and slowly; its red colour turned purple. “Good, now take it to your lungs and exhale…” I did, but unfortunately, I followed the wrong path and rather than exhale, I gagged, and moments later, I threw up blood.

“What are you seeing in the cardiac tissue?” I was grateful for the subject change, mainly because I have realized thinking too hard about Naomi’s relationship was making me more anxious than I wanted to admit. “Every blood vessel is completely empty, but the cellular structure is perfect. No damage to the heart muscle, no signs of trauma or disease.” “That should be physiologically impossible. The human circulatory system doesn’t work that way.” “I know. That’s what’s so bizarre about all of this. Normal blood loss would show evidence like pooling, clotting, coagulation patterns, something. But these victims look like they were just… emptied.”

This misstep slowed the serum's journey to my heart. My mind, deprived of oxygen, plunged into an abyss of emptiness. Yet, in this void, a fiery sensation began to stir. Starting from my throbbing thumb, it wound its way towards my sluggishly beating heart. Upon reaching its destination, it erupted like a dormant volcano awakening. My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor.

It looked incredibly scary. His breathing suddenly turned weak and erratic, even his heartbeat started to get irregular, as if it was about to stop. Seeing that, even Iris and Gilbert, who were not versed in medicine, knew that the situation did not look great. "His blood is flowing in the wrong direction! "H-how is this possible?!" Graham's expression changed immensely. He did not even dare to continue his treatment. He knew very well that, if he continued, the blood that was flowing in the wrong direction could very well assault Elder Young's weakened heart, causing Elder Young to die on the spot!

“To heal means to forget; even if it's very difficult. It's a waste of time when I should be happy if I choose to be sad instead of trying to forget." "Nice." I reached for her hair and messed it up. "You're from there, aren't you? Where on g****e did you get that?" "It comes from my heart, from the right atrium and passes through the Superior Vena Cava." When she was able to remove the seatbelt, she faced her beautiful mother who just filled my top with question marks. "I just remembered that during the discussion when we were taught the Circulatory System. Have I passed to become a cardiologist, Ma'am?"

Dragging things might not be good for them. Christian nodded emphatically, feeling like Jackson was right. After Trent thought for a long time, he suddenly said, "Don't use our logic on them. Since they've done it, it must benefit them in some way. When we notice something wrong with the situation, we won't just fight back. We will also start to feel fear. We'll constantly be tortured by fear. "Fear and pain are things that can speed up blood essence flowing into the heart. That's also why they're torturing us. Pain will cause blood essence to flow into our hearts and form Heartblood."