Witch Hearts Novels & Stories

Although I knew it wouldn't work, I had to try everything possible to see if CM would come back. So, I knelt down properly beside him and then shut my eyes just like I had watched Jordan do. I didn't know what to focus my mind on, so I simply concerntrated on all the good times with CM and all the amazing memories we had shared. Nothing happened for the first two minutes of my attempt but I didn't stop. Without notice, my veins popped out and a sudden heat erupted in my chest. I wailed out in pain, gripping my burning chest. Then, I collapsed.

The said omega was living with Betty and Jack. Speaking of this couple, Jack is constantly by Betty's side, asking her if she is okay if she needs anything. It's cute, actually. Aaron finds it cute cause he knows that he would be 10 times worse than Jack when Irish gets pregnant. That something not open for discussion, yet. The Alpha knew that the omega I would be glad to have a child of her own. The slow, soft music playing in the background was exactly opposite to the beat of the Alpha's heart that was running 850 BPM as the one; he was waiting for comes into his view.

“At this size, your heart is having a significant amount of trouble getting blood to your entire body. “And I can tell, just by looking at this, that your left ventricle has started to weaken along with the right. That increases the difficulty we’re going to have treating you.” “So,” Gianna reasoned, “what you’re saying is that I can expect to just drop dead at any second?”. Maria spun on her almost angrily. “Don’t you dare say things like that, Gianna!.” She offered an apology, but she didn’t retract her statement. There was always the risk of sudden death, and that possibly had been looming over her since she was a child.

If not for them, then it should be for Ara. "I understand that Rod." Dr. Adams let out an amused. "But that's the thing, she isn't a little girl anymore. Things are bound to happen along the way and all I'm saying is. If the heart has recovered fully, which she already has and I'm stunned by how it just went back to normal. When she does decide she wants to have a second child, an additional pregnancy can be attempted if the heart is periodically monitored with echocardiograms and stress tests to avoid a second of this. Even with a 100% healthy heart, there's still a higher risk for cardiomyopathy recurring in the second pregnancy."

I asked, dropping all the formalities. “He’s stable for now Joanne”Steve said as he took a deep long breath before continuing, “his heart went into acute decompensation and he lost consciousness due to poor cardiac output.” My pulse quickened and my heart thudded. I tried to calm down and not tilt towards the negative side. “I don't know how to tell you this, we've started him on inotropes but his response is so far minimal. We might be talking of a heart transplant” Steve dropped the news with a calm voice.

she said, reaching for my hand as I sat beside her. The doctor took the chair across from us, clearing her throat once before speaking. “It appears that Mr Johnson suffered a severe cardiac event,” she began. “A stress-induced arrhythmia that escalated quickly into a loss of consciousness. If he hadn’t been brought in when he was, the outcome could’ve been... different.” I felt my mother’s grip tighten slightly. “He’s stable now,” the doctor continued. “But his condition is delicate. His heart is under severe strain. We’ve identified an ongoing degenerative rhythm disorder that’s likely been progressing unnoticed for months, maybe even years, and it’s only going to get worse if not properly

“I—well, I didn’t want to pry. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I appreciate that.” He exhaled, as if preparing himself. “I have Dilated Cardiomyopathy. It’s a heart condition. It means my heart has to work a lot harder than it should, and it doesn’t always keep up.”

His calmness was beginning to irritate her. Micheal’s eyes softened, and he sighed. “Lily has a heart condition. It’s not something we talk about often, but it’s something we’ve managed for a long time. She can’t handle sudden shocks or intense emotions like fear or stress. Her heart rate spikes, and it’s almost like a mini heart attack.” Yvonne’s eyes widened in horror. “Are you telling me that a four-year-old just had a heart attack? How can we be sitting here just talking?” She started to rise from the couch in a panic, but Micheal quickly reached out, grasping her hand gently but firmly.

He had Aiden’s chart open in front of him and a stack of papers he kept tapping into a neat pile while he talked. “Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy,” he said, looking at all of us. “The muscle on the left side of Aiden’s heart is thicker than it should be. It’s genetic. Runs in families. It makes it harder for the heart to relax and fill with blood between beats. That’s why he got dizzy during the game. The heart had to work extra hard and it couldn’t keep up.” Scarlett leaned forward, pen already moving across her notebook. “Obstructive or non-obstructive?”

“It’s fine. I don’t have the right to ask for more.” He grabbed her wrist gently. “You have every right.” She pulled back. “No, Alexander. I don’t.” Her voice broke. “This is exactly why I’ve been pulling away. I can feel myself wanting things you can’t give.” His grip loosened. “You don’t know that.” She shook her head. “You’re still fighting ghosts. You’re still letting your company, your enemies, your history dictate your heart.” He stared at her. “And you’re already halfway out the door.”