Romans & histoires Tracing A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart

I took a sharp breath, my gaze sweeping over the room again, before I turned and walked back out. Then I saw it. A trail of blood leading out of the room. My heart pounded harder, the sound echoing in my ears as I followed it. The trail led me through the hallway and I took the stairs two at a time, going out of the building. Then I stepped outside. The rain hit me instantly, it was harder than I expected as I stepped into the night. My eyes were on the ground, searching for red against wet earth, for any sign of where she had gone.

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."

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.

For some reason, it was only at this point that I registered the thick scent of iron that filled the room, I felt my heart drop in my chest and sprinted towards my baby. Bella seemed perfectly fine when I reached her and pulled her into my arms, I looked over her multiple times before I registered the trail of blood that led to my bathroom. I clenched my daughter tight and hid her face in my shoulder while I took quiet steps toward the bathroom, the blood was thicker and seemed to be pumping from somewhere.

said Young Ho in frustration. “That’s what I am trying to say here. So, the explanation above is not the case with him. Like the rare case, I mean the rarest case, the centre of his heart is located on the opposite direction, i.e 1.5 cm to the right side of the midsagittal plane. Hence, her attack was useless. It might have touched his heart but not damaged it completely, that’s why he is alive but unconscious because a small part is damaged” said Lily while pointing towards his body during her explanation.

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.

Warm. I gasped, my hands sinking into a thick, viscous liquid. My breath hitched. The scent hit me first. Metallic. Sharp. Blood. It was everywhere. I scrambled up, my fingers coated in red, my gown soaked through. The entire floor—no, the entire room—was drenched in it, seeping from the walls, pooling in the corners, dripping from the ceiling in slow, deliberate drops. Drip. Drip. Drip. I trembled, my heart pounding against my ribs as I staggered backward. My breath came in sharp, panicked gasps. This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t real.

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.

Travis plunges his chest onto the dagger harder, the sharp tip piercing between the ribs until his eyes widen and I know the tip has reached his heart. I know the moment his heart has been pierced. A soft glow of light crimson coloring coats the blade. The stone begins to shine a soft white slowly turning a shade of pink as blood flows from Travis's heart. The stone absorbs the blood, changing color. Travis holds onto me, letting the blade drain his heart. He bites his lip while staring into my eyes. The ink that covers his body begins to show through his white shirt, coming to life with the joining of the dagger. It was the strangest thing seeing the intricate ink that trailed up his neck m

His focus was absolute, his hands steady despite the pressure weighing down on him. "Releasing cross-clamp," Marcus announced, his voice firm but composed. His team exchanged quick, knowing glances, fully aware of what came next. He moved with care as he slowly removed the clamp from the aorta, the large artery responsible for distributing oxygen-rich blood from the heart to the rest of the body. The moment the clamp was released, the blood—previously rerouted through the heart-lung machine—began flowing back into the heart, filling its chambers. It was a critical moment, the true test of whether the bypass had been successful.