Tracing A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"But the blood... it’s too dark. It looks like the same stuff we saw in the valley." I leaned over the wound, my stethoscope pressed to the man’s chest. The heartbeat was erratic, a frantic, fluttering rhythm that didn't match the volume of external blood loss. I pulled a syringe from the tray, drawing a small sample of the fluid pooling in the entry wound. It wasn't just blood. It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room.

There was a small resistance, then a give. Then deeper. It pierced through the intercostal muscle. The sound— Dear goddess. The faint, sickening crunch as the needle pushed through tough muscle tissue was visceral in the otherwise silent operating room. My stomach lurched. But I didn’t stop. I steadied my shaking hand, refusing to let panic take over. Deeper. The needle entered the pericardium; the sac around the heart. Then finally the heart muscle itself. I felt the subtle shift. I knew I was there.

I bent down to touch the spot where it disappeared but poked my index finger on a sharp rock that I did not realise was there. A few drops of my blood fell on the soil, and more golden rays started emitting from the tree but it was not scaring me. It had warmth like the rays of the sun. Within 10 seconds, something shiny appeared on the spot where my blood drops fell. It was an emarald colored oval stone. Licking my lips, I grabbed it. The color disappeared when I held it in my hand. It had a warmth I had never felt before. With confusion, I looked at Flora.

Her eyes are reddish due to too much crying, she looks feeble. Standing up from the bed, she walks lamely to the bathroom. Holding the doorknob, she felt a pain piercing through her heart like a hot sharp blade, holding her heart she lowered as she screeched in pain. Another tremendous pain shoots through her heart again causing her to stagger back and fall on the cold floor.

“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.”

He was already half out of his chair when I closed the distance. He never had time to finish the scramble. My hand closed on his chest. He made a sound, two, then he went still. I felt the thud under my palm, the failure of breath. Every throat in the hall struggled for a sound and found none. I just brought out the heart of a Gamma. I straightened slowly, leaving the man where he had fallen. I turned my head and scanned the room, the way a huntmaster scans a field after a kill. My hand still carried the heart dripping with blood.

I saw them start to suction the blood to clean the organs and get a better view of the damage. After a few minutes, the door opened, and I saw Alex entering with the basin full of blood, as well as two blood bags. That would only be enough for the beginning. I saw a nurse already connecting the blood, and it began to flow into Sophia's arm. As the blood mixed, the woman's heart began to beat faster, but in a bad way. I used a smaller shadow and removed the access from Sophia's arm and took out the mixed blood, making her heart return to "normal."

When he reaches, he goes through the motions of prepping me to withdraw blood, and when he finishes, he heads to a table with a microscope. “Wanna see?” He asks, putting a few drops of my blood on a glass strip and then using a different needle to prick his finger so that he can add it to mine. “See?” I repeat as he positions the test strip under the microscope. “Will we be able to see the blood doing its thing?” “If my hypothesis is correct, we will.” Tristan responds, setting everything up and then pushing the microscope toward me. Not speaking, I place my eye against the viewfinder and watch as what looks like tiny particles in the blood squirm around.

“I’m probably just tired and stressed. she thought to herself.” But it didn’t budge. It sank in, thick and cold. She stood straight again and felt the pressure tightening around her lower abdomen again. Something inside felt hot, rolling, uncomfortable. Her breath caught. She didn’t even want to look down. As if not checking would keep everything normal. But deep down, she already knew. Her hand drifted slow and clumsy to her stomach. When she finally looked— Her heart just dropped. Blood. She couldn’t argue it away. She could clearly see it. Bright red, trickling down.

KEVIN My head is pounding, but for once, it has nothing to do with taking a dirty elbow to the helmet during practice. Right now, I am in the academic resource center again for my tutoring session, my ass stuck to the same desk I occupied the day before yesterday. Also, I am staring at a diagram of a human heart in my textbook and right across from me, Ava is scribbling something on the page of her spiral notebook. “Ava,” I break the silence between us and lean forward, resting my chin on my hands. “You said the right ventricle pumps blood to the lungs, so why does the diagram look like the ventricle is going everywhere at once? It’s completely backwards.”