Stethoscope On A Male Heartbeat

Stethoscope on a male heartbeat

Ben Conor (@bconor)

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Visibly Beating

Soft beeps accompanied by wet thuds fill a room. A room where a single occupant resides upon a surgical table.

A handsome man in his early thirties, with a broad chest and shoulders as well as a firm stomach bare naked for the world to see rests there strapped down for what is to come. Clearly, this man works out regularly and the results show.

A perfect specimen for their experimental drug.

Hooked up to IVs feeding him with painkillers and electrodes pasted all over his chest and two more on the source of the thudding. There, cut open and pulled out for the world to see, is his heart. Beating away exposed, each beat slapping against his pec.

The subject lays there, awake and panting as oxygen fills his lungs from the mask strapped over his mouth and nose.

“Starting with starter drug No. 1.” A feminine voice speaks up over the beeping and thumping of his heart. Feeling gloved fingers wrapping around his heart and gently being picked up, he feels a prick as a needle is slowly stabbed into the myocardium and the contents injected.

Dark veins started to protrude all over his chest, his heart starting to pump harder and faster. He groans, the apex of his heart punching the air as it slams away. “Inserting main drug No. 328.”

Another pinprick into his powerful heart and he starts to gasp as the muscular organ only speeds up.

“Heart rate up at 195 BPM and increasing.”

Will his heart give out then? Or will it continue beating on, fighting for its life?

But before his heart could reach an conclusion, the mysterious doctor gives one. Clenching her hand around the thumping heart, she squeezes hard enough to make it balloon between her slender fingers.

Alarms rang out as the pressure on his sensitive heart is too much. With one last exhale, his heart sinks into an fibrillating mess, his vision going grey and his senses dull.

A whining fills the air, and the doctor leans in smiling as she holds two internal paddles up for him to witness. “Don’t quit on me now.” Giving a few squeezes on his heart with the metal spoons, she presses the paddles tightly and with the press of a button, his vision goes white as he feels his heart lurch forward.

Will this do it? Will this get his heart going again?

Or does it need an extra push?