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"Perhaps unconsciously, as if trying to ease some persistent pressure there." My free hand drops from where it had been absently rubbing my temple, and Lina's smile becomes sadder. "There's also the throat tightness, isn't there? A sensation like invisible hands around your neck, especially when you try to speak about certain subjects or people." The tea cup rattles against its saucer as my hands begin to tremble. Every symptom she's describing is achingly familiar—the headaches that strike without warning, the way I constantly catch myself massaging my temples, the feeling of suffocation that grips me whenever I try to voice certain truths.

My skin starts to feel like I am being pierced with tiny daggers as my blood rises up to my head. I try to breathe through my mouth and my nose. But it feels like something is choking me. Wait, what is happening to me? . .*

Lora greeted. "Take a seat, and what's your complain" "Who wants to see the doctor?" He added before taking his eyes off the laptop, shutting it down to give them his attention. "Her, Ida Okino Mitsuko " "Ma, what's your complaint?" The doctor asked. "I have been noticing some symptoms in my body lately like, I get dizzy everytime, nauseous, tired, and I have that strong urge to sleep," Ida explained, and the doctor nodded, taking note of her words.

Maybe the bullets affected me differently. As I try to move, a wave of dizziness washes over me, causing my legs to wobble and my body to sway. The pain in my chest intensifies, radiating through every nerve and muscle in my body. It feels as if a thousand fiery needles are piercing my skin, searing the flesh beneath.

Megra The pain hits me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body and tearing a scream from my throat. It's like nothing I've ever felt before—sharp, overwhelming, and relentless. I clutch my stomach, the contractions squeezing me from the inside, leaving me gasping for air. My heart races with a mix of anxiety and fear. This is it. The baby is coming.

My chest felt tight, like someone had placed a heavy weight on it, making it hard to breathe. My heart felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece.

Was this what Godfrey was feeling? “Tell us Sunny, tell us any feelings or anything you see,” Ben said. Someone took my hand and held it, stroking the back of my wrist. “Cold, freezing. Dark, pressure … PAIN awful pain in my neck, SEARING,” I yelled, kicking my legs and putting my hands to my throat. Several hands grabbed me and held me still, I felt someone stroking my arm and it relaxed me. “The pressure, I can’t understand it. The pressure seems to go together with the cold. Wet … it’s wet. I can’t hardly move because of the pressure,” I moaned.

"It’s coming faster now. You’re doing great. Keep breathing." I gripped the edge of the bed, my knuckles white, my jaw clenched as the next wave of pain hit. My body arched, the pressure becoming unbearable as it felt like my insides were being pulled apart. I let out a strangled cry, gasping for air.

The air in the office grew so thick and heavy that I could hardly breathe. It pressed down on me, filling my chest with a strange weight that made each breath shallow and uneven. My knees felt weak, like they didn’t belong to me anymore, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to keep from wobbling. I wanted to take a step back, maybe even turn around and run to the door, but my body refused to move. It was like something invisible kept me locked in place.