EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART

CHAPTER 69: Every Beat Of My Heart

"Drake! Hold on Drake! Please! Malapit na tayo!" Bulong ni Samantha sa tenga ng binata habang nakahiga ito sa may loob ng ambulansya.

"UGH! OH FUCK! DAMNNNNNNN!"

He cursed and clutched his chest in agony. Drake experience the extreme pain in every cell of his body simultaneously while his implantable cardioverter defibrillator was malfunctioning and giving him a random electrical shock.

"FUCCCCCCCCCCCK! OOOOH! AAAAAGGGH!"

The pain shot up his entire chest like fire. It feels like needles that had been dipped in alcohol, jammed through every muscle of his heart.

Ten seconds passed, and then twenty and thirty until it reaches two minutes. His ICD wouldn't stop to give him electrical shock.

"Anong nangyayari?" Arylle can see the rise of Drake's chest everytime the ICD give him a random shock.

Doon niya naramdaman ang awa kay Drake. Kitang-kita niya kung gaano kasakit ang nararamdaman nito.

Every jolt sent ripples of pain through his chest, shoulder, back and neck.

"UGGGGGHH!" The pain brought tears to his eyes as he quivered with pain.

"Arylle..." He grasped her hand tightly as the pain hit him again.

"Help me! Hindi ko na kaya! Ang sakit na! Sobrang-" Pain sheeted through him with a terrible intensity, felt like a sharp-toothed creature eating him from the inside.

"AAAAAAAGHHHHH!" Drake's back arched off the bed with the pain.

"Arylle...please! Just cut it! Just-" He let out a gasp when the ICD gave him three consecutive shock.

"Anong gusto mong gawin ko Drake? Anong-"

"Just cut the wires! Please! AAAAAGH! FUCCCCK!" He was shaking from the torment as he convulsed with pain the ICD was giving him.

"Wires? Anong wires Drake?" Litong-lito siya sa mga sinasabi ng binata. Napatingin siya kay Samantha na walang tigil sa pag-iyak habang hawak ang isang kamay ng binata.

"Drake has an ICD. Siguro tinamaan yun nung bala." Umiiyak na sabi ni Samantha.

"ICD? You mean? Yung parang pacemaker? Yung..." Natigil siya sa pagsasalita nang muling dumaing sa sakit si Drake. Tagaktak na pawis ng binata habang nakahawak ito sa dibdib niya.

"You mean...si Drake? May makina sa puso? May pacemaker siya?" Gulat na gulat si Arylle.

"Akala ko ba nurse ka? Pacemaker is different from ICD! Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator! ICD! Ano ba? Its different from a pacemaker Arylle! Nurse ka ba o hindi?" Padabog na sabi ni Samantha saka kinuha ang isang emergency suturing kit. Nilabas niya doon ang scalpel at inabot kay Arylle.

"Anong gusto mong gawin ko? Hindi ako doktor! Nurse ako! Hindi ko alam kung paano gawin yan!" Nanginginig na sabi niya pero kinuha din ang scalpel mula kay Samantha.

"Just cut those wires bago pa mamatay si Drake! Please Arylle! Do it." Pagmamakaawa ni Samantha sa kanya.

"MMM! UGGGH! UGGGGH!" The shooting, stabbing and piercing pain
made him clenched his teeth.

Tiniis niya ang sakit para makapagsalita habang inaabot ang kamay ni Arylle.

"Here...just do a small cut in this area." Hawak hawak ng binata ang kamay niyang nanginginig.

"I know...you want me dead Arylle...but please...just help me to relieve this pain. Mawawala lang yung sakit, pero hindi ibig sabihin nun, mabubuhay ako." Tumutulo ang luha ni Drake.