You Cannot Force A Dead Heart 소설 & 이야기

She is a hundred times more scarier than Gorilla herself! I smiled shaking my head and I opened the page 224. Cardiology, great. The thing about cardiology is, a heart is a muscle. It don't have a feeling. It CAN'T be broken. The only job is to pump blood. Not emotions, feelings. I wondered what will world look like if no one would have emotions. Zero feelings. A better world maybe?

His hand squeezes mine as the doctor tells us everything except what we want to hear. "We are sorry, it is a question of the moment when the heart will stop working, we cannot help him. "

He's looking at me like I have gone crazy. "Chest compression. Adekin's breathing and heartbeat stopped a while ago." I said. "Then what are you doing? Please stop. The Degarre family wouldn't be happy to find out that you're hurting his body after death." Healer Jan stated solemnly and Tille breath stopped as tears fell out from her eyes non stop. "Stop saying nonsense and help me. Don't you have anything to get his heart beating again?" I asked. "I'm not a God. I can't bring people back from the dead." He replied.

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."

He questioned again. I swallowed a deep breath and replied back to him, " yeah! It's about dad's heart?". I said. "What about him, I told you it's impossible for Dracula's heart to beaten after being dead for over a decade,". He disposed my idea.. He was right, it's impossible for my dad's heart to still pump out blood despite being dead for a decade, however, I do feel that Lucas map and that dream, proves that there's tendency that Dad's heart is still pumping out blood...

Raelynn explained, frustrated, as the other nurses worked to help Hailey . "Her heart is still beating," one of the nurses said as Raelynn pushed past them and checked her pulse. "Thank God her heart isn't paralyzed yet..." My heart dropped at the mention of that. "Wait, it can paralyze the heart too?" I asked, scared but not as scared as Jaxon. "There was a reason the government put it on ban; it shuts down the brain, so as long as she's living, she won't respond to any of our conversations. She won't be able to talk, move, and if it paralyzes her heart, she will die..."

"Even after the heart is pierced—even after he's down—there's a chance he could wake up. Heal. Come back. Unless—" "Unless what?" Amara asked. "Unless his heart is completely removed. Destroyed. Only then is he truly dead." The weight of that settled. Rachel spoke up. "So Amara has to stab him. Then remove his heart. While he's—what? Still alive?" "Possibly." Aurora said. "The magic is ancient. Unpredictable. But yes. The heart needs to be taken. Completely." Amara looked at me. "Can I do it? Am I—am I strong enough?"

Forcing them to recognize each other. The boy's screaming intensified. Blood ran from his eyes now. His small body was being torn apart from the inside. "Eve, he can't take much more," I said. "Almost there. Just a little more." But she was wrong. The boy's heart stopped. The monitors flatlined. Alarms blared. "No!" Eve pushed energy into him desperately. "Don't you dare die. Don't you dare!" She poured more power into him. Too much. I could see it draining her, pulling from her own life force.

Samantha accompanied me to the hospital. "I'll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything," she said. I nodded and walked into Sophia's room. Sophia lay weakly in bed, bandages wrapped around her chest. Doctors had told us she'd narrowly survived. The knife had missed her heart by mere centimeters. "Sophia, thank you for saving me, but I can't be with you just because of what happened." She gave me a bitter smile. "Lucas, you're still as blunt as ever. You never leave any room for hope, do you?"

I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my stethoscope, pressing it hard against Max's chest. No heartbeat. So he really was dead. I let out a slow breath. Even so, something felt off. If he were truly dead, my method should've worked perfectly. It had been designed for the dead. I had used it 16 times in a row without a single failure. That alone proved it worked. And yet, with him, no matter what I did, I couldn't get anything.