Bubbling In Chest When Lying Down No Pain Novels & Stories

A dull ache bloomed beneath my ribs before creeping upward into my chest. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Mrs. Adams?" Marissa looked up. "You okay?” "I'm fine.” I reached for the glass of water on my desk, but halfway there my fingers trembled and the glass rattled softly against the table. Marissa frowned. “Are you sure you're okay ma'am?” I forced a smile. "I just need a minute." I took another breath and this one caught painfully halfway through. My lungs suddenly felt heavier, as though someone had wrapped a tight band around my chest.

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.

The ceiling above me looked unfamiliar, the darkness pressing in from every corner, and my chest was heaving like I had just run for miles instead of lying motionless in bed. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it actually hurt. I sat up fast, too fast, and the room tilted slightly around me. My breathing wouldn’t slow down. Every inhale felt shallow and insufficient, like my lungs had forgotten how to do their job properly. I swung my legs off the bed and made my way to the washroom on unsteady feet, gripping the doorframe for a second before pushing myself through. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and that was when I noticed it.

My chest was heaving and I might have a heart attack if I don’t relax my nerves but how can I do that! My examinations are coming up and missing so many days like this, including praticals can put me at a risk if failure ans zain knows this. Layla was bringing me a glass of clear water with lemon in it, as much as I couldn’t handle my breath or mood, I grabbed the cup at once. I love lemon water so much a sms he knows this, she smiled at me and rubbed my back in a circular motion, murmuring at me to drink more water and relax

He twirled around in his bed, having trouble falling asleep. He is huffing, almost as if his lungs had closed down from terrible flu. Suddenly, he is pulled from his slumber. His chest appears to be more receptive to receiving air, but his breathing remains irregular. A loud squeaking sound caused by a door that slides across the oak floor compels him to stand up.

Nat. I tried to stand up but I can't as my heart races all of a sudden. My breath becomes shallow and I'm left dragging in gulps of air. "Reece .. ?". I hear her voice. "Are you okay?". The pain spreads from my chest to my neck along to my throat which becomes itchy. My chest seems as if like a sumo wrestler is sitting on it. I take rasp short breaths at a time trying to stop the pain. Another knock sounds. "Reece .. Come on, open the door".

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. ***

I don't even know how I spent the last few hours, I don't even think I ate something filling. “What are you thinking about? You look a little pale.” “Yeah. My chest hurts for some reason.” I murmured, rubbing the part of my chest where that stone was embedded. Also, when I woke up, my chest had started hurting. It wasn't like a very huge pain, more like a stabbing one that goes and comes. Earlier, it was manageable, but now, whenever the pain hit, I could barely breathe. It was also something that made me freak out. It had to be connected to that dream I had.

I become distracted that I fail to notice their leader behind me. Sudden pain takes over my chest as if a knife is stabbed deep into it. As if someone is clutching my beating heart. I cannot breathe. I struggle but the feeling of blood pouring out my chest makes me unable to do anything. I fall to my knees mouth wide open tears streaming down my face. The sickening pain overtaking my senses. Placing my palm over my chest I seek my blood.

I suck air in through my teeth like I’ve been punched. I’m on the floor. I’m on the floor and he’s not here It’s like my chest caves in. Like something collapses inward and keeps collapsing, deeper and deeper, pulling everything with it. I clutch at my shirt like I can physically hold my heart in place. I can’t breathe.