Bubbling In Chest Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I snapped, Ace stood there frozen as I pushed him aside and headed back inside the room. My body is in pain. My heart is in pain. Why is it suddenly so hard to inhale air and breathe out the toxicity inside my body? Flickering the lampshade open, I hurriedly chugged down the pain relievers Kelly had left for me. There is this burning sensation in my chest, it’s as if my rib cage is contracting together, preventing my lungs from functioning properly. Taking two pills again as if it would help me, I felt rough hands pull my wrist as I was about to swallow the pills.

Suddenly a sharp pain erupted in my chest, causing me to gasp loudly and drop my bag on the floor as I clutched at my chest. My breathing became laboured quickly, almost as if I were hyperventilating.

Then my arms – the numbness climbing like cold water rising, erasing sensation inch by inch until I couldn't feel the note cards I was holding and heard them hit the floor before I realized I'd dropped them. My chest. Someone was standing on my chest. Not pressing – standing. Full weight. Both feet. The pressure so complete that my lungs forgot how to expand and each breath became a negotiation – half an inhale, a quarter exhale, not enough, never enough, the oxygen entering my body and evaporating before it reached my blood. Breathe. Just breathe. You know how to breathe. You've been breathing for nineteen years. I couldn't.

Somewhere above me, water dripped in a steady rhythm. I forced myself to sit up. My muscles screamed in protest but I managed it. Leaned back against the wall and tried to catch my breath. That's when I felt it. A pressure in my chest. Heavy and shifting. Like something was pushing against me from the inside. At first I thought it was panic. Or maybe a side effect of whatever they'd used to knock me out. But the feeling didn't settle. It moved in waves. Rising and falling. Tightening and loosening.

I almost wouldn’t have seen Nicholas ever again. The thought made me shudder, a sob catching in my throat. My heart began to pound erratically, each beat hammering against my ribs. My breathing became shallow, my vision narrowing. No, no. Calm down. Breathe. But I couldn’t. My heart thudded harder, faster, as if it were fighting to break free from my chest. A sharp, squeezing pain radiated across my torso, sending bolts of agony down my left arm. I clutched at my chest, gasping, but the air wouldn’t come.

My breathing was unstable, heart pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break out of my chest. If this kept happening I was really going to die.

Violent coughs wrack me, making my chest burn as I try to catch my breath. For a moment I stand still, panting, my heart hammering in my chest. I look around in confusion, the spray running down my face and shoulders. The tub is almost overflowing, the water now lukewarm, and I realize I must have turned off the waterfall at some point before it went out. Shit.

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...

"However, if you notice any increase in swelling, any difficulty breathing, any feeling like your throat is closing up, you need to tell someone immediately, understood?" "Understood," I said. He moved on to my ribs next, and his expression became more serious. "I'm going to need to lift your shirt to examine your ribs properly," he said. "Is that alright?" I nodded and he carefully lifted the hem of my shirt, exposing my ribs and stomach. I heard Tristan suck in a sharp breath and when I looked down, I saw why. The bruising on my ribs was extensive, dark purple and blue spreading across my entire right side.