Witch Hearts 소설 & 이야기

We weren't going fast enough. Eli's hand went limp in mine. "Eli? Baby?" I leaned over him, my free hand on his chest. His heart was still beating, but wrong. Too fast, then too slow, then skipping beats entirely. The monitor alarm changed pitch, becoming more urgent. "He's going into an arrhythmia," the paramedic said, reaching for equipment. "Possible V-tach." "In English!" I shouted. "His heart is beating irregularly. If we can't stabilize him.." She didn't finish. She didn't have to.

I stood, making a stride back yet keeping my hand on Tyler's, not having any desire to give up. "I'm Samantha, his... I'm his wife." The specialist didn't answer immediately, his eyes flicking among us for a really long time. He made a sound as if to speak. "All things considered, Mr. Wills, we've been running tests since your appearance. We found something worried during your treatment." Tyler's temple wrinkled. "Your meaning could be a little more obvious." The specialist moaned, his voice consistent yet serious. "While we were treating your wounds from the mishap, we found indications of a heart condition. It seems as though you could have an undiscovered arrhythmia, or conceivably a defo

“We discovered scarring in the heart’s tissue. Likely from prolonged exposure to synthetic fumes during the fire. It’s caused a form of cardiomyopathy .. a rare condition that weakens the heart muscles.” He glanced up. “It’s irreversible.” No one moved. Even Ma Hilda was quiet. The doctor’s voice was calm, but I heard the weight in every word. “It means his heart won’t function at full strength again. He’ll need medication, a controlled lifestyle, and constant monitoring. Emotional stress, exhaustion — even sudden temperature changes can trigger complications.” Xavier didn’t react. His face remained unreadable. But mine.. I was already breaking. No. No, no.

I had to hesitate, because my voice was too choked up “Don’t you at least think you should have warned me about him being here…?” “And would you have come here if you had known?” she asked me, stealing any answer I might have had “He wouldn’t have either. Which would be terrible for the child.” She moved the clipboard towards me, until I had no choice but to look at the tests that were there “He is 4 years and 9 months old. Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, not diagnosed at birth, but which may have been caused by malformation. Symptoms of arrhythmias, recurrent fatigue and fainting. In addition, there is the possibility of hyperactivity and anxiety that has not yet been confirmed and worsens the

“He is barely stable right now but due to the damage that has been caused over time and the fact that his case has gone beyond an average case of cardiomyopathy, we either have to start preparing him for a heart transplant or for a pacemaker…” Mavis nods with rapt attention, although whenever those blue doors slide open, her eyes immediately go over there, hoping to see her son being wheeled out of there so she can set her eyes on her poor boy that has to suffer for her own mistakes. She had been so dumb seven years ago that she’d laid down her body for the man that she could have sworn found her different, but of course, when she’d left, he had only resumed his chain of dating redheads, tho

Daniel cut in curtly, and the silence that hung heavily in the air after those words rang in their ears for several moments. Subconsciously, Noah and Genevieve exchanged glances with wide eyes before turning to stare blankly at Dr.Daniel, who seemed to sense the shock they were feeling and sighed wearily. "Now, let me be clear here... Can Heart Arrhythmia ever just go away? Yes. People can have only one episode. Often people who have an episode may have more in their lifetime and most are harmless. But, If irregular heartbeats are frequent or chronic, they can be very serious. And uncontrolled rapid arrhythmias can result in heart weakness over time." Dr. Daniel said.

“Last time you hit 140 you spotted. Dr. Hewitt said—” “Dr. Hewitt said it’s normal,” I said. Sat up. “She said twins make your heart work harder. She said walking to the bathroom isn’t a medical emergency.” He didn’t answer. He was looking at the monitor in the nursery. Alex. 98 BPM. Sleeping. Then at mine. 112 BPM. Awake. Annoyed. Then at his phone. His own. 167 BPM. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack,” I said.

Harvey felt relieved when he learned that Sam was safe. However, his condition became worst after his heart attack as it resulted in a complication called arrhythmia or irregular heart rhythm. His heart’s natural electrical rhythm has been damaged. His doctor suggested placing an implantable cardioverter defibrillator into his chest or atrial fibrillation ablation to restore a normal heartbeat since his heart developed a rhythm that’s life threatening or if worst comes to worst, to undergo a heart transplant. Consequently, Harvey confessed to Charles and Mrs. Wilson that he has heart disease that was diagnosed early last year when he suffered from chest pain. It turned out that he inherited

as she peers at me through her lashes. I glance in her direction, my fury giving way to disbelief. "How did you find out about my heart condition?" Her gaze darts to my mahogany side table's drawer, "I noticed the herbs inside." I am aware of Foxglove's actions. I try not to smile. Only Macy would know that about me, of course. "Excellent. My heart was quite weak when I was born, and it has never grown stronger. I run the danger of developing heart failure if I overdo my fitness regimen or simply if I'm under a lot of stress. On other occasions, I simply get random attacks and then have to find a splinter in a moonstone. I'm shocked that I haven't had punctured a hole in my shoulder from all

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."