Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart Novels & Stories

The place where the Tear Drop had shattered still glowed faintly in the dark. A single drop of blood rose from the ground, drifting after me like a living ember, following, waiting, and claiming.

Too perfect. "I... I am fine Sir " June whispered. Her voice was weak. She gripped the edge of the desk. The wood felt solid. It felt real.. When she looked at her left arm she saw a faint pulsing purple line under her skin. It was fading,. It was there. "Focus, June " Arthur said. He leaned down so only she could hear. He tapped her exam paper with a finger. "The Heart is super important. If the blood stops flowing the whole system fails. You know this better than anyone."

"He’s losing volume too fast! The thoracic cavity is filling up! Push the saline! We need to keep his pressure from hitting bottom!" They were pumping clear fluid into his left arm while his actual life was leaking out of the right side of his shirt, soaking through the white linen pads the second medic was pressing down on with both hands. The blood didn't stop. It just kept finding ways through the cracks in their fingers, dripping down onto the pristine white carpet in heavy, steady drops that felt like a countdown clock ticking away his seconds. "Adrian..." My voice was barely a whisper, a tiny, useless sound that was completely swallowed by the frantic chaos of the room.

“Fill him with mutagenic toxins, watch him thrash in the venom—that’s the ultimate dessert in the game of power.” Alarms wailed, a continuous shriek of red. Alexander’s massive frame slumped without warning. He gripped the trident dagger in reverse, bypassing any wind-up. The weighted base slammed through his left pleura with brute force. Pain and a shockwave violently activated his nearly collapsing sympathetic nerves. The micro-cardiac monitor trembled; faint electrical signals traced desperate, uneven arcs. He coughed up violet-tinged blood, drove the dagger into the floor with one hand, anchoring himself against collapse.

My vision was all blurry at first but it soon cleared up and I look around. Everyone was gathered around me and Drake and Demiana sighed in relief, clutching their chest as if they had just had a heart attack. There was a hole on my back but I felt it slowly close by itself, healing me completely. The silver bullet that went straight to my heart felt like it was withdrawing on its own back to the hole where it just entered my system. The bullet dropped to the ground and I felt the hole on my back finally close and replaced all the blood I lost moment before this.

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.

“Thank you for letting me be. I will always be here when you have reckless accidents, while running away, for losing your memory, for wanting me to raise your children, and when your heart stops for more than eighty seconds and are unconscious for two days.” How have two days gone so fast!? When I start to get sober in my life and realise that I have three babies, I allow myself to talk to the doctor alone. He tells me everything that occurred to me. I bled too much to give birth to my children. The third was born as I almost died. My heart couldn't take it. Now she needs emergency surgery to treat a persistent ductus arteriosus, or ductus arteriosus, a vessel that prevents blood from passin

I placed my two fingers and made the correct incision and placed a piece of straw and blood started to drain from her chest. This is really risky as compared to when I did it in the trachea (in neck) ... it was for creating a direct air way passage. You place the pipe and patient starts to take air from there. It was going to be successful but this is drainage of blood. And even after that she needs to be operated as soon as possible. Once the blood drained, she was breathing some what more. I sighed in relief and I looked at Matteo who has my hand printed on his cheek. I am still mad at him but I have no time.

Whose figure was overlapping with Melody’s back? Fatigue came like a tide; in a daze, Christopher could no longer hold on. Before he could find the answer, he had already fallen into a deep sleep. — Time passed. Melody was nervous throughout the whole process, but she made no mistakes. She was so focused, she didn’t notice that her back was drenched with sweat. The part the wooden strip had penetrated happened to pass through the femoral artery. A tiny mistake could cause uncontrollable bleeding. The patient, who was already in a coma, might die.

I looked down, and my heart nearly stopped. Blood. The sight of blood trickling down my thighs made everything suddenly go dark.