Witch Hearts Novels & Stories

The vampire cardiologist, Aquilith, moved around the space with an economy of motion that was both efficient and hypnotic. “The echocardiogram results are conclusive, Doctor,” Aquilith said, her voice a low, cool murmur that seemed to vibrate directly in Liam’s bones. She tapped a long, pale finger on the lightboard where the images of a patient’s supernatural heart were displayed. “See the flutter in the left ventricle? It’s a classic sign of spectral fibrillation. Beta-blockers are useless. What she needs is a tuned frequency.”

Would she and Cecilia be living a slightly better life, where she wouldn’t have to worry so much about her daughter’s treatment? "Restrictive cardiomyopathy is a hereditary heart disease caused by abnormalities in the heart muscle, making it work harder to pump blood throughout the body. It is the rarest among the four types of hereditary heart diseases," Dr Barbara explained after examining Cecilia briefly and reviewing the medical records Claire had brought from Canada.

Robert also made several emergency calls to his classmate's master and his disciple's mentor… using any connections he had to remedy this. Several world-renowned cardiologists gathered together, all of them with solemn expressions on their faces after checking Christopher's body. The eldest member, Melvin, spoke up. "There is a large wound on the left ventricle. Although we have performed an emergency operation on it, it seems that his blood pressure would not regulate back to normal levels. I'll be honest with you all—the situation isn't looking optimistic." "Have you tried using dopamine and epinephrine?" Robert shook his head helplessly. "We have used everything we could, but the patient

My heart raced as I clutched my phone, unable to shake the harrowing thoughts of what could happen to my mother. My mother suffered from a severe heart condition. There was a hole in her heart that weakened it with each passing day. The only hope for extending her life was a heart transplant. We searched tirelessly for a donor match, but unfortunately, none could be found. We were left with no choice but to rely on her medication to keep her alive.

She paid attention to the doctor carefully. "Well, according to Mrs. Sumantri's medical record, she suffers from Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. As far as the examination that has been carried out, the rhythm of her heartbeat is irregular. Too slow. That's why I highly recommend implanting a device called an implantable cardioverter-defibrillator. This device helps keep the patient's heart rate normal and reduces the risk of death." The doctor's detailed explanation made Grace's knees go weak. Evan noticed this and immediately supported Grace from behind. "Should it be done soon, Doc?" He helped ask when she seemed unable to comment.

"Is he okay now? Because I can't see anything attached on his body." "Can't determine yet because his health status is indefinite, for now he’s okay but later he’s not.” "I don't understand, what's my brother's condition?" "Storm has Cardiac Dysrhythmia also known as Arrhythmia, uhm... it’s an irregular heartbeat and he's heart condition has a fast heartbeat. He has over one hundred beats than the normal, which is eighty, and that condition called Tachycardia and for his age today the normal heart rate will be seventy to one hundred ten beat per minute. But his heart rate is sometimes greater than one hundred thirty-seven beat per minute or stay in that number and the number of beat per minu

The kind of face you wore when the news was bad but you needed the patient calm enough to hear it. "Your echocardiogram shows significant left ventricular hypertrophy," Dr. Walsh said, pulling up the images. Emma's heart appeared on the screen, the walls thickened in ways that spoke of chronic strain. "Combined with your blood work and the information you provided about the trial drug—Compound 7—I can confirm what you suspected. Your heart has been working at elevated capacity for years. The damage is progressive."

But I saw his jaw tighten again. Dr. Hayes finally turned back to us. “We suspect a congenital rhythm disorder,” he said gently. “We can’t confirm it yet, but it would explain the instability.” “Disorder?” I echoed. “It means his heart's electrical system may not be regulating properly on its own,” he explained. “Some cases resolve. Some require medication. Rarely…” He hesitated. “Say it,” Luca said. He met Luca’s gaze directly. “Rarely, they require surgical intervention.”

After the three of them left the room, I picked my drumsticks back up from the monobloc chair beside me and started reviewing beats, hitting the rims lightly. I can do my part well when I’m alone, so why do I keep on messing up when everyone starts to play with me? The drums are the backbone of the music. It carries the rhythm, so there’s no room for a mistake. It’s hard to cover when the drums start failing to provide foundation. “What were you thinking coming here?” After a minute of silence, he finally said something. I looked up, and stopped the motion of my hands, bracing myself for whatever confrontation this man has for me.

For a heartbeat, nobody said anything. “No, buddy,” Crest said, “But she’s very special to me.” That one landed heavier than I expected. It’s not that I wanted to be wife, we weren’t even near that point. I get that he doesn’t want to confused the kids, but the outright “NO” just stung a little.