Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart Novels & Stories

“There was no physical pain from that particular attack, but a gust of cold air was injected right into his heart.” “It wasn’t much, but it steadily slowed down his blood flow.” “The slower the blood flow, the weaker his heart will get.” “I slapped him in the face to enrage him and resist the cold in his heart.” “Then, I poked the spots around his heart where the blood flows to stop anything from flowing, gathering all of the cold air inside his heart in the process.” “Finally, I gave him another slap to make him cough out the blood that was affected by the cold air.”

It was too sudden. Grace's mind went blank, and she leaned against the wall for support, forcing herself to calm down. "Never mind what the reason is. Let's go to the hospital right now!" She ran out and immediately drove off after the ambulance. She didn't see a pair of old eyes behind her, watching her rush off. "The patient had a sudden heart attack and doesn't have enough blood. We need a blood transfusion, and we need an Rh-negative blood type!"

Mamá and Javier came over to me; Javier was bleeding from his mouth yet remained standing between me and the altar as if he could protect me from the apocalypse. “Flee mija " he croaked. “No " I replied. "We finish this as one.” Marco knelt in the middle of the golden fault lines his hands pressed flat against the ground blood streaming, from his eyes gold code flowing out rapidly than his body could produce it. “I can’t keep the patch on any further " he yelled. "The heart is resisting. It’s attempting to restart the bloodstream!” The scarlet heart perched over the altar pulsated once—BOOM—and all remaining reflections collapsed onto their knees heads lowered, as if in reverence.

Fast. I hold Eleanor's hand. Nathaniel stands behind me, his hand on my shoulder, his presence a weight I did not know I needed. Margaret stands by the door, her hands clasped, her lips moving in silent prayer. The technician moves the wand. The image shifts. The chambers of Eleanor's heart appear, small and perfect, each one a tiny miracle of form and function. The valves open and close like doors in a house built for life. The blood flows, red and dark on the screen, carrying oxygen, carrying life.

“I know.” I do. That does not stop my body from wanting the falling drop like a starving thing wants salt. The drop hits the grating. The metal screams. A silver line runs across the floor toward the stack throat. It does not flow like liquid. It crawls through scratches in the metal, choosing old damage, making every scar in the floor shine. Leo’s blue channels flare. “Core blood breach.” Sarah looks down. “That sounds bad.” Damian answers, “Because it is.” Then the sea comes in.

"I am pushing the dose now. Hold her arm steady. She might convulse." Grabbing her cold, fragile wrist, I locked her arm down against the mattress. Evans plunged the needle directly into her central line. The pearlescent liquid vanished into her vein. We waited. The heart monitor beeped in a slow, agonizing rhythm. Tracy didn't move. She didn't convulse. Her chest just barely rose and fell. "Is it working?" My chest tightened to the point of pain.

“What a strong Shura’s demonic Chi!” At this moment, Cheryl suddenly came back to her senses and her pupils were no longer fully black. Instead, they receded a bit and turned crimson red. She hurriedly said, “Alex, quick! I can feel that my heart is isolating the source blood! Draw my blood right now!” Alex did not dare to slow down, so he immediately picked up her wrist to draw blood. “Not there. Here!” Cheryl pointed to her heart. “What? T-that’s too dangerous.”

But now something is not right again. Blood is flowing from between her legs. The sight of it knocks the air out of me. I thought about what Tristan said, about what Drake was tasked to do with her, eliminating our child. Does this mean that even though he's not here, he succeeded? Alarm and pain and fear pump through my veins. I take Alice in my arms as she starts to sway in her spot, staring at the spot of blood growing on the fabric of her pants. Silent tears flow down her cheeks as she freezes in shock.

Each extraction was clean. Until the last one. That final bullet had found a small gap near the collarbone. It had gone in at an angle and sat in a dangerous place. The doctor worked slowly, with full concentration, knowing one wrong move would end everything. He reached it removed it. For one second the room held its breath. Then the blood came hard and fast. It poured out from a vessel the bullet had been pressing closed. The monitor started screaming. The blood pressure dropped fast. "Clamp!" the doctor shouted. "Clamp now!"

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.