Bubbling Feeling In Chest Left Side Novels & Stories

Just trees and dirt and the sound of my own breathing. But I could still feel the dull pain in my left chest. It had not gone away. It was constant now, a low throbbing ache that pulsed with every heartbeat. And I was getting weaker and weaker and thirstier with every step. My vision was blurring at the edges, and my legs felt like they did not belong to me.

Thank you," he whispered. His words, they were sincere and it caught me off-guard. My cheeks blushed once again, my heart started beating loudly once again. Something weird is going on inside me and I can't seem to take a hold what it was. My hand reached for my chest in hopes to control its fast heart rate. Max, control your heart. It's alarming. It was as if my chest is about to burst any minute and this is something I haven't really felt before and it's surprising me. With that in thought, I started doing breathing exercise. Breathe in.

The loud sound of my fast-beating heart was proof of how on edge I was. My body had been feeling strange again for the whole day. My chest felt tight and at times it felt difficult for me to breathe. It was like something heavy had been placed on top of my chest and I couldn’t remove it. My body felt hot like I had a burning fever as I laid on my narrow bed. “Mhhmm…” I moaned left my lips. I squirmed on the bed as I clenched my thighs together. The heat in my body seemed to have worsened and there was an undeniable ache in my lower abdomen which slowly spread downwards to the point in between my thighs.

I dragged a shaky hand down my face and exhaled slowly. “Answer the call,” I muttered again. And then— Heat bloomed inside my chest. I froze. My heartbeat stuttered. The feeling spread slowly through my body, slipping into my veins, my bones, my soul. Not painful, but alive. My breathing grew uneven. “What…” The warmth pulsed stronger again. A strange pressure suddenly built deep inside my chest, almost like another heartbeat moving alongside my own. I pressed a trembling hand against my sternum. Then I felt a presence in me. The presence of someone else in me—one who should have been there a long time ago, because of how familiar it felt

ROSE My head is pounding and throbbing and it feels extremely heavy. My entire body hurts, but nothing is quite as bad as my chest. It is by far, the worst pain I have. It is so hard to breathe. And I can’t seem to move either of my arms. My left feels like it is tied up, but the right one has this nice warm tingling sensation moving up from my hand. It doesn’t feel tied up like the left, but like a weight is holding it down.

Tiny threads reach into her palm, tingling the bases of her fingers. “Got it?” Kieran asked. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Now,” he said, “follow it down. Where does it sit when you’re not flaring? Chest? Gut? Throat?” She frowned, tracing the sensation inward. It wasn’t a single point. It's more like a web—centered loosely behind her sternum, radiating out along bone and nerve. “Chest,” she said. “Mostly. Like… a second pulse.” “Good,” he said. “Now breathe. In for four. Hold for four. Out for six. While you breathe, tell it three things: not now, not scared, not trapped.”

Her chest tightened. At first, it was subtle—an uncomfortable pressure, like a hand gently pressing down on her sternum. She shifted, thinking it was just the stress from the day catching up with her. But the pressure grew stronger, more persistent. Her breath hitched as her heart began to pound erratically, a sharp, stabbing pain radiating through her chest. Scarlet froze, her hand instinctively flying to her chest as her pulse raced out of control. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, her vision blurring at the edges. Panic surged through her veins as the pain intensified, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in her ears.

Something off. I can feel the faintest trace of warmth lingering in my chest, the remnants of something that once filled me, but now there’s only a void, an emptiness I can’t quite explain. It gnaws at me, like a hole that’s been ripped wide open, leaving me hollow. It’s an indescribable feeling, one that tightens around my ribs and pulls at my heart.

I said, "Even though I'm sure I don't love him." "But why does it feel so sick here," I said while holding my left chest which was throbbing uncomfortably.

CRYSTAL My whole body feels numb save for the side of my cheek that stings and rings in my veins, a subtle reminder of the product of his anger. Why do I have to go through this? It stings… it stings so bad and it hurts… my chest hurts and feels so heavy luke the weight of my anger rising from deep within is pressing hard against my heart. It's getting harder to breathe. The whole house is suffocating and I can barely breathe in and out without using my mouth.