Until Your Heart Stops Novels & Stories

Thump, thump, thump. “Tristan!” I jerked awake, my hand clutching Tristan’s. My heart pounded so hard, it felt like it might explode. Tears streamed down my face. There’s nothing more painful than watching your child teeter on the edge of death, with only the sound of the heart monitor reminding you that he’s still alive. Once it stops… thump, thump, thump… you know it’s over. You have lost a soul. I closed my eyes and prayed.

"You are going nowhere, son. Stay with me. I'm here for you. If the pain gets too much, just squeeze my hand. That will take some of the pain away before the painkiller kicks in. Don't talk about going away. It's making me sad." Tommy blinked hard and winced. "I'm sorry, Daddy. But you have to listen to me. I can't hold on anymore. My heart stopped beating just now. You know how people faint in movies and never wake up? I think that's what is about to happen to me. The pain is too much. My belly also feels like it's about to burst.

At forty-five minutes, a final sensation hit me—my heart stuttered, hesitated, then fell still. The monitor was flatlined. The silver glow along my arms flickered once, then went dark.

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."

“Impossible! Ava, don't ever think that way again! There's no way I would stop loving you. Anyone that wants me to stop loving you has to kill be and take out my heart, and even if they do, my brain will work” I chuckled “how would your brain work without a beating heart

"In a few minutes, you will no longer be able to breathe and by then, You. Will. Die," His words rang in my ears and my heart sank. "No..." I cried bitterly.

He understood. I kept going, voice low, steady, and clinical. “A nick to the carotid artery, so small it takes minutes before you realize you’re bleeding out. A dose of potassium chloride—stops the heart instantly, and unless you’re looking for it, the autopsy reads cardiac arrest. Or, if I’m feeling merciful, just a few milliliters of air, slipped right into a vein. Harmless if it’s in the muscle. Fatal if it reaches the heart. You’d be dead before you even knew what hit you.” The table went silent.

His skin was pale, his breathing soft but steady with the help of an oxygen tube. Her father, however, hadn’t made it. The news shattered what little strength she had left, turning her world into something cold and unfamiliar. Elara could barely process the words. The sight tore a raw, animal scream from her throat. People were talking, their words muffled and distorted, but she couldn't register anything. The doctors’ words barely made sense to her, only one thing stuck: “We can save your brother and mother, but it’s going to require a lot of money.”

My heart slows. Everything goes dark.

"Eighteen hours, you've been unconscious for eighteen hours, they had to sedate you after they got your heart started again because you kept trying to pull out the breathing tube." "My heart stopped," she said, the words feeling unreal even though she'd known it was a possibility, had felt it happening in those final moments before everything went black. "For three minutes," Margaret said, moving to grip her other hand tightly. "Three minutes where you were gone Madam, three minutes where we thought we'd lost you completely." Three minutes of being dead, three minutes of not existing, three minutes that should have been permanent except apparently her body had decided it wasn't quite done ye