Audible Wheezing Novels & Stories

he wheezed, falling to his knees. The heat became unbearable. He clawed at his collar, ripping the top buttons of his shirt open, but the air in the room felt like it was burning his lungs. A wave of vertigo hit him, hard and fast, and the floor rushed up to meet him. He felt his consciousness slipping, the edges of his sight turning black.

Great gusts of wind that moved the tendrils of hair at my nape. My lungs began to burn for air. Go away, go away, go away. It sniffed my hair, gently nudged my abdomen. After a few horrifying seconds, it lay its massive head against my back. The extra pressure on my lungs had me gasping for air. Choking and wheezing, I tried to inhale. The weight lifted from my back, allowing me to breathe a little more normally. The beast nudged me again. This time it felt like it wanted something from me.

The wheezing sound kept coming out of his chest. "You're having an asthma attack!" I said in a panic while searching the pockets of his pants. "Do you have an inhaler with you?" Alex nodded his head and pointed at the inside of the cart. I shouted at Mana and Mata, "Guys! Look for an inhaler!" "In hay what?" Mana asked. "Inhaler, dickhead!" Mata shouted and looked around in the cart. "What does it look like?!" Mana asked and flipped the cushions. "It's a small cylinder tube, dickhead!" Mata said. "You're absolutely useless!"

He appeared to be in significant pain as he struggled to breathe, emitting a wheezing sound. "Hey," Emre got up while we were all deeply concerned. He tried to support him, but Caspian collapsed, frightening all of us. "I am fi---ne," he uttered, his eyes seemingly closing. Wolvin and Emre hurried to their feet, supporting him and carrying him to the bedroom on Wolvin’s back. "I think it's from the scratches of the wild wolves," Emre suggested. My heart rate increased rapidly. His condition appeared to be very serious. He was wheezing and clutching onto the bedsheet, looking greatly disturbed.

Caleb stared at Ashley viscously and then stormed out of the house. Amaya helped her up, her hand was bleeding and she was wheezing. "Ma'am, breathe." She placed Ashley on the couch. Ashley held her chest as she wheezed. Amaya ran out of the room and came back with a glass of water and two pills of bronchodilator. "Relax," Amaya straightened her hair and lay her on the couch. Ashley's wheezing subsided eventually, and a teardrop slid down her temples.

The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me. It feels like I’m breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale. It weighs heavily on my chest as I’m wheezing for air. I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen. My body feels like I’ve been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I’m shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.

She dropped down & swiped my feet out from under me. As I hit the ground, the air left in my lungs pushed forward & out. The ground underneath me shook as I hit it, making a loud thud that echoed through the forest. A noise I could hear all too well, because of the silence that overcame my senses. I attempted to suck air into my lungs, but all I could hear was a loud wheezing as my lungs struggled to function. I could feel them rattling inside my ribcage as they fought to heal & work correctly. I was rapidly trying to pull in air as I was slowing suffocating from the inability to do so.

“Now breathe with me. In through your nose—like smelling a flower. Out through your mouth—like blowing out candles.” We do it together. Over and over. Slowly, painfully, my lungs begin to open. My wheezing softens. The operator—Tracy—keeps her voice calm, coaching us for five minutes until I can speak again. “You need to drink some caffeine,” she tells me. “Ashton, go to the pharmacy now. No delays. Sam, take a dose the second he’s back. If your wheezing doesn’t stop in an hour, call again.”

Soft, quiet music floats from the speakers, and a ridiculously bendy person demonstrates on the screen. Okay, I'm breathing. I'm holding. I'm shaking worse than someone suffering from fever, and jeez, I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing. Mom has gone out for an impromptu hangout with friends. If she was her right now, seeing me like this, she'll be wheezing her guts out. "Ow," I wheeze to the empty room. "Please god, hurry up."

Ava had to go to the office near the lake, which was shining brightly. There was a tightness in her chest. Whenever she breathed, she wheezed. She reached for her inhaler and made many failed attempts to exhale, finally succeeding after a few minutes. The medicine was quickly ingested by her. Another round of wheezing. A second drag was taken. She gradually regained her breathing capacity. Ava snarled, "I detest them," as she clenched her inhaler in her hand. "They're the worst," she said.