Heartbeat Between Rounds! (On Hold)
6 parts Ongoing 💔 Prologue - Freen
The first time I lost a heartbeat, it wasn't in an operating room.
It was on a Tuesday, under a mango tree. I was seventeen. She was everything.
They say you never forget your first failure. But no one tells you that your skin remembers it too-the way it tightens when the silence drags too long, the way your hands twitch when the monitor flatlines. Not every wound bleeds. Some just echo.
Years have passed. Degrees earned, white coats collected, hands steadied over scalpel and skin. I've stitched lungs back to life, kept hearts beating longer than they wanted to.
But tonight...
Tonight, a girl collapsed under lights and cameras, and they wheeled her through my ER doors with fire on her skin and ice in her veins.
She shouldn't matter. Just another patient. Just another case.
But when her fingers twitched against mine, something cracked.
I don't know her name.
I only know her pulse doesn't follow the rules.
And neither will I.