one shot; quickening pulse
âNow Iâll just check your heartbeat.â
He sat down again.
âWould you lift up your shirt Isabella?â
âMhm.â
I lifted my shirt to above my navel, my hands clammy.
âA little higher please.â A smile played on his lips.
I lifted the shirt to just under my chest.
âPerfect.â
He put on the stetoscope and came close. With his one hand, he held it to my ribs listening to my heart. The suddenly he steadied himself with the other hand on my ribs.











