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Justin asked. "It's her head that the problem is in, what does the heart have to do with it?" Mr. Smith asked. "Well, if the head is failing and the heart is still beating, it would only result in her being brain dead, but that is of no use because She'll not be able to communicate not do anything but lay down on the bed there," the doctor explained. "Are you saying she can't ever wake up?" Justin said in a low tone as he couldn't find his voice.

He placed his stethoscope on her chest and his eyes went wide. “What’s wrong?” Dwight asked but he gave no response. “No, it can’t be”, he muttered. He placed his hands on her chest and proceed to give her compressions but it seems her heart stopped beating. He tried again but it was still the same. She was DEAD.

Try to forget about anything that makes you anxious or pained. You will have to take care of your heart and allow it to heal. If you don't, it could lead to paralysis or cardiac arrest which is tantamount to losing one's life because once the heart starts having problems, it is quite difficult to manage it. Except a heart transplant is performed. So, whatever it is, ask yourself if it is worth your losing your life over'. Dr. Manuel counselled wisely. Jason nodded to show him that he understood. Jason listened to him and heard the wisdom on those words but it was easier said than done.

Even after trying again and again to find an answer that could heal him, Liam knew deep down that it was all in vain. His death was certain. No known method in this world could allow him to regenerate his heart. Even a Dragon in legend would die a few years after its heart was taken, no matter how strong they were. As for Liam? Liam didn't know and wasn't sure, but maybe he was the first living creature that was able to live without a heart for the longest period recorded in history. "You're right," Liam said. "Any medical remedies, any mythical remedies, will only work to slow my imminent death. Even if it's dragon blood, mermaid flesh, Siren's tears, or the Philosopher's Stone."

She sniffed, wiping her running nose with tissue. "No" He stated. "Am sorry man. But it's true. Doctor Greenwald is your father's cardiologist and he states that your father's heart is too weak to do what it's supposed to do. It would take a miracle for it to start pumping well " Jeff volunteered, stepping closer to him. "No, No" he refuted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Technology is so advanced now, isn't there anything they could do, anything? What's the benefit of the money if we cannot use it in a situation like this.

After all, the patient with just a week to live needed the heart more. Now, knowing it was Beatrice's dad, was it truly only a week he had left? Could it be that even if he had a year or even three, he would get the heart just because he wanted it? Yosef had the nerve to claim it was none of his business! A wave of despair and fury suddenly blazed up inside Zara! At that moment, Beatrice said, "I heard someone had trouble with their heart yesterday. It's sad, but I think what's meant to happen will happen, and we can't force what's not meant to be.

The thought of me dying continued to ring in my head, making me panic even more. I splashed and splattered, but I just couldn't. The wound from the gunshot wasn't doing any good eitherways. Slowly, I lost all the air I had been holding, feeling myself being carried away under the water. I couldn't breathe any longer, I couldn't bring my hands or my legs to push off, my body stopped trying to survive, to break free from the raging waters, as the water filled every part of me, engulfing me, drawing me into the darkness.

Q shrugged. "And pray tell," Ian pushed. "What is his power source?" "His heart." "His heart." I repeated, trying to bite back the bark of laughter that wanted to escape. "Isn’t that heart in his chest?" Q’s words weren’t really making any sense to me. All of us knew that Kelvin was immortal. So how was it possible that destroying his heart would kill him when the thing was beating in his chest? "It isn’t." Q corrected with a chuckle. "You kids really aren't well educated, are you?"

Bastian quirked a brow. “Think about it.” Dominic crossed the chamber and pressed his hand flat against the stone beneath the carved lines. “We tried talking, singing, dancing, but that didn’t work—because the stone stays deaf to every tongue. We tried blood, but that didn’t work, either. The dead have too much of it. What’s one thing that no dead person ever has?” “A pulse,” Bastian said, rising. “Exactly.” “How did you even figure that out?” Bastian asked.

"Was there an emotional trigger? An argument? Something that could have spiked her blood pressure?" The doctor looked at me with a tired, clinical gaze. "At seventy-two, Mr. Henderson, the heart can fail for a dozen different reasons. Stress is a factor, yes, but at her age, these things can happen spontaneously. It is normal, in a clinical sense. However, she cannot go back to the way she was living. She needs a healthier lifestyle, absolute stress reduction, and most importantly, she needs someone near her twenty-four hours a day. She cannot be left alone."