Breathing Pal Novels & Stories

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.

As it continued, Joe realised the pump sometimes did not fully release all the air from the plug before filling it back up again. That strange stretching exercise internally made Joe’s half wilted erection slowly come back to life. It wasn’t a quick process, but at least Joe no longer worried about becoming tenderised meat. The app prompted Joe to rate his liking for this pattern of inflating, and Joe quickly decided it wasn’t unpleasant. Then, the app told him to inhale at the sound of the notification and exhale at a different tone while the cycle repeated, and Joe found that just adding rhythmic breathings could change so much.

“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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I could feel my heartbeat slowly calm down but I was still having a hard time breathing. “Respira nena. Respirar… (Breath child. Breath…) Está ben. Estamos aquí. Nada che vai facer dano. (It’s okay. We are here. Nothing is going to hurt you.)” I could feel my breathing finally get under control and the panic I was experiencing slowly disappear along with the voice that was in my head.

I waited to see if he would push my hand away but it seemed like he was too distracted with his breakdown to notice. I bent down to face him squarely and I placed my other hand on his other shoulder. "Dean," I sniffled, trying to hide the fear in my voice, "I'm gonna need you to pause for a second and then inhale and exhale." He avoided my eyes while he tried to do as I said. "Come on, you can do this." I whispered. "Try to breathe slowly." Dean closed his eyes as I moved closer to him and rubbed up and down his back. He did better at pacing his breathing this time. While they were still sounding ragged, his breaths were coming out in a slower patterned manner.

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five