Bubbling In Chest Novels & Stories

“I see you have been experiencing chest discomfort and shortness of breath. Tell me more about it.” “Yes.” I spoke. “Off and on. Especially when I get emotional and feel pressure from others.” “Ok. May I?” Alex asked, gesturing to the stethoscope around his neck. I nodded and exhaled as he listened to my heartbeat, then began a gentle physical assessment. His fingers moved professionally, lightly pressing down across my rib cage, then over the top of my chest. “I need to check for any tension in the soft tissues.” He said, calm and clinical. “Including the breast tissues. Just in case there’s a cyst or any obstruction affecting your breathing.”

He got out of that shitty situation. He glanced around again. A few cars sped by. Not one driver paused to take a look at him. Maybe they all thought he was just a regular jogger in the area. He looked ahead and kept up his brisk steps. He could taste his own blood from his cut lip, and he could smell his own sweat, but he wasn't coughing up blood yet. Good sign. The consistent, annoying pain in his lower chest area whenever he breathed in was a symptom of something serious, though. The slight swelling and tenderness around his lower ribs, coupled with a little pinkish bruising on his abdomen, were also telltale signs.

My eyes are getting heavier, my body feels floating and my chest feels slow down as well as my breathing becomes regular and now everything is dark. ***

Walking out, I opened the second door, and it was the bathroom. There was a double shower and also an enormous bath, which I was sure must be a spa as well. I turned the taps on the bath, when I got a sudden pain in my chest. It was only dull at first, more annoying than anything. Ignoring it at first. It came back as I stepped into the bath. I hunched over, grabbing my chest. It was so hard to breathe. What was happening? “Bria, what is that?”

It's true what they say, with love comes a lot of pain in different kinds of ways. It's certain that I didn't know how to deal with new emotions. The ache in my chest is caused by the tightness in my heart. The burning sensation spread across my chest and heated my stomach and for some reason, I thought the stir in my stomach felt like boiling acid. The unusual reaction of my inside left a lump in my throat and made my windpipe beg for full liberty to air.

“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.

My chest will not open, and I can’t get enough air. I am trying to breathe, and the air is not going anywhere; it is just sitting at the top of my throat, refusing to drop, and my hands have gone numb and tingling, and the edges of everything in the parking lot, the cars, Damian’s face, have all gone strange and far away like I am looking at them through water. My heartbeat is too loud and too fast, and I can’t make it slow down no matter how hard I try, and there is a ringing starting somewhere behind my ears that makes it hard to hear anything clearly.

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?"

“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…

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.