روايات وقصص ضمن Can T Feel Heartbeat In Chest Anymore

My thumb stops over it. Clinton. One click. That’s all it takes. But my hand just stays there, frozen. I sigh sharply and throw the phone onto the bed instead. “Forget him.” The words sound weak even to me. I press a hand against my chest because something still feels wrong inside me. Ever since this morning, my heartbeat hasn’t settled properly. It keeps skipping strangely, hard enough to make me stop breathing sometimes. At first, I thought maybe it had something to do with fainting earlier.

Her slender fingers wrap around my throat and I gasp, choking on the lack of oxygen. It is a truly terrifying feeling, not being able to catch your breath. My lungs are still trying to inhale and exhale, but they aren't getting any air to them. I feel like my heart can't decide whether to beat faster or beat slower, so it feels like it is just sputtering in my chest like the engine in an old clunker car.

"Gosh, you're warm, you should lay back down and rest some more." "I'm fine." I give him a tiny smile and yawn with my hand fisted against my mouth. Waking up at the hospital hours later after fainting, Max told me that the Doctor informed him I have Arryhthmia - improper beating of heart, wether too regular or too slow. Which was a result of the pains in my chest when I over think. Shortness of breath when I'm angry or my emotions are doing a battle. Dizziness, light-headedness and fainting - during or after experiencing drastic situations.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

So, the joy of freeing my loyal people around me and giving them the freedom is what made me much jovial than anything else. I was looking the documents of the company, when my chest started to hurt. I am half dead person and my heartbeat beats slower than that of the regular human being. Slower means really slower. It is like ten beats per minute. But, the pace of my heart started to beat faster and I don’t know the reason of the quick pace of my heartbeat. I rushed to the secret mirror from where I could peek at almost any one who was close to me. It’s like a modern CCTV but this one is more powerful than that.

“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.

But deep inside my chest… something stirred. A pulse. Weak but steady. A heartbeat that wasn’t mine. I clutched my stomach, breath hitching. And the air around me shifted, electric, alive.

My chest felt like it was splitting open as I pressed my ear to her heart. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing.

There was an opening in her chest and more on her abdomen, her neck and ……. I turned my face away for a brief second to catch my breath and relax my breathing. My mind refused to process what I was seeing,my legs were growing weaker by the second and a heavy lump was building in my chest. That dread was back. I dropped to the floor beside her and put two fingers on her carotid artery to check her pulse. The only thing I felt was the beating of my own heart. I couldn't feel it or maybe it was me that wasn't doing it right.

A cold, deliberate calmness. I pushed against his chest, but he didn't bulge. My hands remain there, trembling as his steady heartbeat thumps against my palm. But then I noticed something unusual. Strings of thick spider-webbing black veins sprouted from the center of his chest outward. They felt ice-cold despite the warmth of his chest, pulsing faster contrary to the rhythm of his heartbeat. For a fleeting moment, I was carried away, but flinched back to reality when something hard squeezed against my neck. It was now I realized he hadn't let go of my neck in the first place. My struggle for air continues as he brings me back to our previous position.