Breathing Pal Novels & Stories

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”

Horrible gargling noises spurting from his throat that I knew would stay with me for the rest of my life. He was gasping for breath, making the most awful moaning sound. He turned to me with a pleading look, begging for me to help him. I shook my head silently, allowing the tears to run down my cheeks. "I'm sorry" I whispered His breathing slowed, his chest pausing for a second or two before it puffed out again as he managed to drag in another breath, the air rattling through his body. He was gargling, the saliva pooling from the side of his mouth.

she stuttered with sobs, once again trying to reach out to me. Almost immediately after her last attempt, I quickly moved one of my hands to meet Aryana's shaking fingers, holding on tightly. With gentle movements, I brought her hand to my chest, palm resting over the fabric draped over my body. I let her feel the steady rhythm of my breaths, the distinguishable up and down of my thorax, and the muscles all moving to show Aryana that she could breathe successfully. Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus.

On the other hand, a cute but wild thumping heart sound was coming loudly and breaking the silence of his bedroom. He put his small palm over his chest as he faced difficulty in breathing. .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

She handed me the device. She started pointing to various parts of the little machine. "This is the base." She touched the bottom of the device. "This is the piston." She pointed to the blue disc. "The indicator." She tapped a finger against the right side of the device. Two arrows were pointing at a dead space cylinder. "This is officially called your coaching indicator. It tells you whether you're breathing too fast or too slow. You want to keep the floating piece between the two arrows." She situated it in my hands. Made sure it was up and level with my face. "Now, take the hose and slide the opening into your mouth. Seal your lips over it tightly."

“Rosalee, try to breathe with me, okay?” I shake my head violently, my hands gripping the fabric of my shirt as if that will somehow help me pull in air. My lungs feel like they’re collapsing. “Big breath in,” Jensen instructs, his voice calm but unwavering. He takes a deep inhale, exaggerating the movement so I can see. “And out.” I try, but my body refuses to listen. “Again,” he coaxes. “In… and out.” I shake my head again, panic still gripping me like a vice. I can’t do it. I can’t breathe.

I don't want to fall asleep again. I breathe my life in and try to stop my breathing before exhaling. This is helpful in regulating the pain. The ache in my head starts to subside as I run out of air inside my body. Adam was furrowing his brows at me, wondering what I am doing but I signaled him to wait by my palm and he reluctantly obeyed. I can't breathe now. I continued breathing and gasps a lot of air as I stop with what I am doing. Who is that man I saw?

I could feel my heat starting to boil out from my abdomen. “Calming breaths, Mia cara. Close your lips and inhale through your nose for a count of four. Hold your breath for a count of seven. Then exhale completely through your mouth, making a whoosh sound for a count of eight.” Alec’s calming and patient voice whispered against my ear. My eyes closed as I tried to maintain control. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t right there. If his scent wasn’t engulfing my senses, making me lightheaded. Everything about him makes concentrating on anything else impossible

His face was changing colors from pale to red and quickly it became almost blue. I released him and he caught a few times in catching the air which seemed to be burning his lungs, his gaze was directed to the floor and his back was bowed, with one hand he was holding his knee in letting his body stay still. Soon he managed to calm his breathing into normal. He stood up in straightening his back but his head was still bowed.

he whispers. "I know," I soothe him, and I begin to rub my hand up and down his side in a slow, rhythmic motion. "Focus on my breathing. Take a breath when I do, and let it out when I do. We are going to pace through the pain." I exaggerate my breathing so he can feel my chest rise and fall against his back. Beau tries to match my rhythm. His first few breaths are jagged and uneven, but he slowly falls into sync with me.