Breathing Pal Novels & Stories

He did not say anything about it. Sophia saw it too. He knew she saw it because her shoulders adjusted — not relaxing, not yet, but the specific micro-shift of someone incorporating new data. Ethan was breathing. He had the sequence Dr. Sable had given him — the inhale count, the hold, the exhale — and he was executing it with the focused discipline of a child who had been doing breathing exercises every morning for three weeks and had understood from the beginning that understanding why something worked made you more likely to do it correctly.

I heard James' distant voice screaming out to me. He carried me in his arms and gently set me down to rest my back up against the wall. “Aurelia, I'm here for you. I just need you to breathe” I gasped for air, no air was going in and out of my lungs “Look at me, breathe in through your nose, and exhale through your mouth.” He took my hand in his, rubbing them gently “follow my move, breathe with me please” I inhaled after he did and followed his breathing, we breath together slowly till I was able to breath on my own like a normal human.

she chirped, unwrapping Emma. She listened to her heart, checked her hips, shone a light in her eyes. I stood beside her, hovering. I had a mental list. "Is her breathing normal?" I asked. "It seems fast. And irregular." "Periodic breathing," Dr. Evans said calmly. "Totally normal for newborns." "What about the spot on her back? Is that a bruise?" "Mongolian spot. Birthmark. Normal." "She sneezes a lot. Allergies?"

“Breathe with me, okay? Just focus on me. In and out. You’re safe. I’m right here.” I tried to concentrate on his words, but it felt like I was trapped in my own head, my thoughts spiraling out of control. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I struggled to match his breathing. He pressed his forehead against mine, his thumbs brushing away my tears. “You’re okay,” he whispered, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I’ve got you. Just breathe. Slow, like this.” I focused on the warmth of his hands, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and slowly, gradually, I felt the tightness in my chest ease. I matched his breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. My trembling lessened, and my heart s

Her face was full of smile and excitement as she talked. I opened my eyes and my next breath came out as a wheeze. I could feel my breaths start to get uneven from the way my chest was heaving. I put one of my fingers on my left wrist, looked for a pulse and when I found it, I started to count numbers per pulse. I was at 12 when my breathing normalized again. I heaved a sigh. That was bad. The last time was 8 and I wondered how my therapist would react if I should tell her.

My breathing was unstable as if the air was not reaching my lungs and there was no air for me to breathe. I can feel his strong hands gripping my shoulders as his face appeared in front of my eyes, My eyes moved to his lips. I noticed them moving but I can’t hear what he was telling me. I could see his facial features turn hard as if he was furious. He gestured to me to take a deep breath and look at his face using his hands. I tried to follow him but I couldn’t, my eyelids were growing heavy and it began to quite difficult for me to breathe. He took my face in his hands and made me look into his eyes, his lips were moving and I clearly saw it, he was cursing badly.

“We slow everything down together. You do not have to do this alone in here.” I tried, but the air caught in my throat and came out shaky. He took my right wrist gently and pressed two fingers to my pulse. “Feel that,” he said calmly. Breathe in with me, I’ll go first. He breathed loud enough for me to hear every count, and I followed shakily at first. His thumb rubbed small, slow circles on my knee while he counted. “Good girl,” he said softly when I matched him the first time. “ Breathe in four, hold six. Out six. You are doing perfectly, keep going. Do not stop.”

I heard his voice from beside me and he rubbed his large hand on my back. “Carla breathe!” He said when I fisted the fabric of my dress by my chest, inhaling deeply but the air wasn’t reaching my lungs. “Carla, calm down. Slowly take a deep breath,” he said as I looked at him with tears rolling down my eyes. “Good. Now breath out,” he said and I did as he told, looking at him. He cupped my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb. “Breathe in.” And I did. “Breathe out,” he repeated it again, till I was able to breathe properly.

“I can’t breathe. Alex, I can’t.” “You can,” I insisted, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. I needed to be strong for him, to push down my own fears and frustrations. “Look at me, Liam. Focus on me.” Slowly, he opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to mimic my slow, measured breaths. I counted aloud, each number a lifeline. “In for one... two... three... hold... out for three... two... one.” His breathing faltered, but he tried again, a strained whimper escaping him as he struggled to match the rhythm. I kept my voice steady, counting over and over until the panic began to ebb, leaving him exhausted and shivering.

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