Bubbling Feeling In Chest Left Side Novels & Stories

I need to breathe. I explode from the water, spraying droplets everywhere. I fill my lungs with the sweet, life-giving air. The pleasure boat I fell from is close, but it's not getting closer. I fight the panic rising up in my chest. A ringing in my ears starts. My chest feels like it's on fire and about to explode. My breath comes out in a rush, replacing the life-giving oxygen with heavy water. As I see the bubbles rise, I know I'm done for my lungs to burn. I clamped my mouth shut to try to kick my legs. The urge to breathe is unbearable. My chest's going to explode. No No...

My chest felt tight, like someone had placed a heavy weight on it, making it hard to breathe. My heart felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece.

Pale pink, gold-streaked. And still, I felt it. The hum was inside me. Constant. Gentle. But growing bolder. I pressed my hand against the center of my chest, just above where my ribs met, and closed my eyes. Nothing physically wrong, no pain, no wound, no fever. But something was… different. Something was awake.

Who knows what kinds of diseases could be passed around? I'm rooted to my spot, trying to calm the growing storm and turmoil threatening to consume me, while my sister lazily pulls on a robe. My heart is hammering painfully, my body burning, yet my lungs are restricted, so I feel like I’m dying. A heavy and sharp gnawing ache in my chest is all I can feel. Drowned out by the rush of blood through my ears and a lightheadedness that is stirring nausea in me.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I can’t answer. My mouth opens but no sound comes out. My throat is closing. My chest is clamping in on itself, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.. I feel Luxe lower both of us to the floor. The cold tiles hit my knees but I barely feel it. My hands shake uncontrollably as I clutch at my chest, nails digging into my skin. I can’t breathe. Goodness, I can’t…

My chest felt tight, like something inside me was pulling inward instead of expanding. Unstable. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself away from the door. One step. My foot touched the stone floor softly, but the sound felt too loud in my ears. My heart leapt too fast, slamming against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. Heat spread through my chest, sudden and sharp, blooming where something should have been anchored. I stopped. My breath caught halfway in, trapped and useless. Something was wrong. The room felt heavier, pressing down on me from all sides.

Rubbing the left side of my chest with my palm did nothing to soothe the intense pain I was feeling inside. I felt the urge to rip my own heart out to stop the pain. It was just so so painful. My eyes stung with tears and I swallowed a painful lump in my throat. Goddess please… let them be safe…

“I can't breathe. God, I can't breathe.” My chest suddenly tightens, and I gasp as if someone has wrapped a hand around my ribs. I drag in a breath, but it doesn't feel like enough. I try again, faster this time, and that only makes it worse. My heart pounds so hard that I feel every beat in my throat. My fingers begin to tingle, then go numb, and my knees weaken beneath me. No. No, no, no. I know this feeling.

I enquired and she held on to me tightly with her breath labored. "I don't know," she finally whisper. "One minute I feel an intense ache in my chest and the next I feel all better like nothing happened," What's happening to me? Am I having a heart attack?"

I marched down the hallway, pressing a trembling hand flat against my chest, feeling the chaotic flutter under my ribs. What the hell is wrong with me?! I needed to find Doctor Callisto right now. Immediately. I was clearly coming down with some kind of severe, life-threatening heart dysfunction, because there was no way in hell that stupid, arrogant mobster's face was supposed to make my chest feel like it was about to explode.