Novel & Cerita Audible Wheezing

*** L*** ***O*** ***V*** ***E**** Rolape wheezed! With her brain finding it's way to open up it's eyes away from the darkness that unraveled. Her eyelids glowed opened while she gasped and coughed. "Iiiiii! Can't brr!!" The air choked, and her ears felt obstructed, she felt as if air couldn't enter her body even through her ears. And all the consistent jolting behind her head and neck - there were more coughs and pain.

He hummed with another brief shrug. I clutched my head, shutting my eyes. It felt as though my body was set on fire. The air I breathed was too much on my lungs, feeling heavier and heavier with each breath I took. But it wasn't enough, I needed more and more air. "Brian?" Greg asked, panicking a bit. I wheezed as I tried to breathe, my eyes watering from pain. I released a blood curling scream as crippling pain shot through out my body. "Brian?" I screamed once more. Black dots appeared in front of my eyes before I passed out.

Emma followed and fixed the bed in a seating position as my arms went around his back, holding him up, trying to be as careful as possible. His eyes slowly glided open and his coughs increased. I took the napkin from my side and placed it in his palm, his hand went to his mouth and he coughed more. At the end of each cough, it had that whistling sound you get when the airways are closing up. They were coming thick and fast now as if he was struggling to get enough air. His breath came out short and in shallow bursts as his coughs began to cease. When he pulled the napkin away, I saw the few blood droplets over it and my chest squeezed tight, the doctor said this may happen in the beginning b

’’ ‘’She is having difficulty breathing’’ ‘’Please I don’t want her to die’’ he said ‘’she won’t die’’ Seun hears a whistling sound coming from her breathing ‘’What’s that sound?’’ he asked ‘’It’s called wheezing… it’s a growth blocking her lungs’’ ‘’We are taking her in for radiotherapy’’ ‘’You will have to wait outside’’ the doctor said and Seun walked out, he watched as his mother was moved away. Seun walks a little forward and sits beside a man speaking in strange language and praying after a while the man stopped and looked at Seun ‘’Good evening’’ Seun greeted

Mushrooms? Fuck, I can't breathe. I feel like something is blocking my airways and stopping me from taking in the air I need. I always walk around with an EpiPen just in case. My bag is right next to me. All I have to do is reach for it. But I can barely even see. My chest hurts so much. I'm wheezing and my head is getting lighter my vision blurring. The last thing I hear is someone calling my name. Or maybe it's just wishful thinking. Fucking Dante. Why didn't he take me with him?

Beck suddenly sucked in a loud, choking breath as he tried to get air back into his lungs to prevent choking. Hayden's and Jared’s eyes snapped to him. Jared’s eyes returned back to the gunman within a split second. He coughed hysterically, spitting out mouthfuls of fine dust. "That was... fucking horrid," he wheezed out, his chest heaving as his eyes blinked open. Jared almost sobbed from sheer relief. “Baby...” Beck blinked several times before finally focusing on him. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but soft.

I shook my head in Zander's direction. "It’s okay, love. Come on, breathe with me. Concentrate on me, Raven. Don’t take your eyes off me”, Zander ordered. I shook the dizziness away and my eyes followed his movement as he inhaled and exhaled. I imitated his chest movement, breathing in and out. But I was wheezing. Zander started breathing heavily, the anger on his face was clear as day. He wasn't angry at me, he was fuming at the pain I was going through.

I was already moving before I finished thinking. “Laurel—” No response. Her gaze was unfocused now, fixed somewhere past me, her breathing rapid, uneven—too fast. Too shallow.My brain snapped into place. Respiratory rate elevated. Accessory muscles engaged. Supraclavicular retractions—visible, pronounced. Lips— Not pink.Turning.Purple. And that sound— Not coughing.Not clearing her throat. A high-pitched wheeze, forced through narrowing airways. “She’s having an asthma attack,” I said, the words coming out automatically, already moving past panic into protocol. “Sebastian—call an ambulance. Now.”

He walked up without a word and splashed it hard at the man's face. Instantly, the man jerked awake with a gasp, coughing hard as air finally filled his lungs again. But he was weak, so weak. His eyes were red and swollen, blood vessels bursting from the strain. His body trembled all over and he was barely able to lift his head as he wheezed with each breath, his chest hurting bad.

“Damn it! Where the hell is your inhaler?” Talia wanted to tell her that it was under her pillow but she couldn’t breathe. Her vision was already filling with black spots and her chest hurt. Oh God, my babies! Tears ran down her cheeks as her wheezing got heavier and louder. She pushed herself onto the floor and crawled to her purse that was sitting against the seat on the opposite side of the room.