Novel & Cerita Breathing Pal

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… I don't know. I… I can't breathe. I feel faint. What's wrong with me? What's… what's happening? I… I can't breathe—” “Shit! Shit! Shit.” I felt the bed dip and she pulled me into a hug, my head against her chest. “Follow my breathing method, okay?” I nodded. “Now, shut your eyes. On the count of three, okay?” I nodded again, my chest tight. “One, two, three. Go.” She drew a deep breath and I struggled to copy her. And when she exhaled, I did also. “You're doing amazing,” she said softly. “Now let's keep going.”

I'm having trouble breathing. The lock finally clicks open, and I leap out into the murky early morning light. I take deep, long breaths as I tightly wrap my arms around myself and press my eyes shut. What is going on with me right now? Amanda, take it slowly and steadily. You remember how to breathe through it all. Slow and consistent.

“Stop fighting me and breathe.” But I couldn’t stop fighting. I couldn’t let him see me like this. I couldn’t risk him asking questions I didn’t know how to answer. I pushed against him again, weaker this time. “Please, I just need to…” “Breathe.” His voice dropped lower, that commanding tone that had pulled me back from panic attacks before. “In through your nose. Now.” My body obeyed before my mind could protest. Air trickled in shakily. “Good. Hold it. Count to four with me. One. Two. Three. Four.”

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

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

The crescent at my throat warmed, a faint sensation more like a sigh than a flare. I focused on my own breathing. In. Out. Slow. Steady. His frame was tight under my palm, muscles bunched as if ready to run or bolt or fold in. “Match me,” I said quietly. “If you can. You don’t have to make your lungs bigger than they are. Just…follow.” I breathed. Again. Again. After a few rounds, I felt it. A tiny stutter. Then, his breaths started to hitch toward mine.

The gasps coming from me sounded horrible and fear made me panic harder, and panicking made it harder to breathe. Strong arms encircled me and held my shoulder, a distant voice speaking very calmly and instructing me to inhale. I was still gasping, my fingers white from fisting too hard while a soothing hand landed on my chest, and I could hear the word, “Breathe.” Being repeated rhythmically and in what felt like hours, cool, fresh air rushed into my lungs and my gasping ceased.

JORDAN The door creaks open. Voices spill into the bathroom—louder, closer. My entire body jerks. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. And I—I can’t breathe. My heart slams against my ribs as the men enter, laughing, dragging the reek of cigarette smoke and sweat with them. I press myself tighter against Alaric’s chest, trying to disappear. I expect him to push me away, maybe toss some smug comment at me, or reveal me just to watch me squirm. But he doesn’t.

What? "You’re forcing it." He explained. She quickly replied him saying — "Yea cos I can’t breathe!—" but he shushed her. "For a patient who needs my help, you sure are a chatter box." He ignored the heavy stare she gave him and continued in a gentle tone, "The more you force a deep breath, the worse it gets." Christopher slowly demonstrated. "Try what I'm doing," He inhaled gently through his nose. Not a huge breath, rather just a normal one. Then he exhaled slowly.