Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart Novels & Stories

It was weak, his blood pressure was dropping drastically and he was going into a heart attack. "Something is going on inside the patient. Since we did not find a bleeding spot, he must be bleeding inside. We need to cut him open but I need to know where to cut him." Frost looked helpless. He just stood there unable to do anything but look at me and the Alpha who was getting even weaker from shaking. He took dry gulps and kept his eyes wide open. "I need to see the person who has been giving him his drugs." I said to Frost and he nodded frantically.

Even though there was no pleural effusion or infection for now, she was already starting to cough out blood. Adrian had been a doctor for many years, but this was the first time he had encountered something like this. Even if he were to show this to his teacher, his teacher would probably be horribly shocked too. How did this needle manage to bypass organs such as the trachea and oesophagus and puncture her left lung? “There’s no need to make a police report…” Summer shook her head. It seemed that her speculation was correct. Her memory regarding what happened after she was kidnapped before she lost consciousness was real.

"No. We just got her back. She is not becoming a centerpiece for your forest." ​"I am already part of it, Killian," I said softly. I looked at the vines winding around the medical monitors. They weren't just touching the equipment; they were mimicking the circuitry. "The iron in my blood is the same iron the roots are seeking. I can feel the water pressure in the pipes as if it were my own blood pressure." ​I reached out and placed my palm against the glass heart. The golden gel surged toward my touch. I didn't feel the sharp agony of the previous transfusion. I felt a deep, cool relief. It was like plunging a feverish limb into a mountain stream.

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.

Tap. He suddenly heard a sound of something dripping. He realized that the liquid is dropping on his shoulder. He jolted in horror, the red liquid continued dripping on the floor. Chris immediately realized that the sticky liquid is blood. He didn’t dare looking up or he would surely lose his mind. He raced forward, running as fast as he can to exit the corridor but the passage feels endless; Opposite of his hope which is evaporating the more he spends his time in that spiteful place.

Sizzzzzz. The drone drove the copper wire straight into the petrified heart valve. The needle didn't just pierce; it bored. My quartz heart gave a sudden, violent lurch, the gold static spiking so hard it blinded my internal retinas. I felt the 14-B virus shriek as the copper suture established the first manual ground.

"Please, no." "The marrow," I inform him, "Is rich in nerve endings. It’s where the body makes blood. Drilling into it causes a systemic shock that usually makes the heart stop. But I have adrenaline on the table. I can bring you back." I place the bit back into the hole. "Don't!" he screams. "Don't, fuck you, don't!" I pull the trigger and lean my weight into it. I drive the bit through the shattered opening in the cortex and punch into the core of the bone.

After seven minutes I made it to the stream and begin looking around. After a while I finally found an area that shows signs of someone being there. There was a small trace of blood on the ground. My body tenses knowing she’s hurt as I look around for more clues. I found a set of foot prints that lead back into the woods. I follow them but they turned around leading back towards the stream. She must have taken off the tracer and attached it to something. Then perhaps tossed it into the stream causing it to float down stream. That’s my guess anyway. As long as the tracer is locked around an object it will activate no matter if it’s living or not.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

I take a deep breath in and squeeze her hips. “It’s official, you are trying to give me a heart attack, by diverting every ounce of blood in my body to my d**k. Or maybe I already died and this is heaven. You are definitely heaven.” I am mumbling and slowly losing brain function due to the lack of proper blood flow.