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In the bedroom, Damon had fallen awkwardly on the floor next to the bed. He curled up his tall body, and his pale face was abnormally flushed. His eyes were closed tightly, his brows furrowed. It looked like he was feeling very sick. Somehow, he kept feeling like his body was awfully hot, like a fire burning in his chest. There was a bizarre feeling gushing out of his body, and it felt as if it would drown him. The tumbling pain in his stomach was accompanied by an inexplicable warmth that was flowing in his body. It made him feel uncomfortable, and he felt like he was about to explode at any moment.

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.

Bianca shifted, her hand massaging her back as she went on, murmuring, “And then, there’s this lower back pain, dull and constant, that feels like it was radiating forward.” She rose and began to walk about. It was a sensation which she could not name; she could not get comfortable; sitting still hurt, standing hurt, lying down did not help Pushing her hair off her neck and blowing out the breath in her body, Bianca thought darkly, it is a vague sense that something is off, but there was no clear pain yet. *

Something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She sighed and turned over once again, feeling frustrated with herself. Why was she feeling this way? Why couldn't she just be content with their current relationship? Francine's stomach pain was like a fiery inferno burning from within. It felt like her insides were being twisted and squeezed, causing her unbearable discomfort. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down, but nothing seemed to work.

Frantically, I reached up and began vigorously rubbing my hands against my neck, desperate for relief. Gasping for air, my stomach clenched in agony. The pressure in my chest was unbearable, a searing pain that seemed to squeeze the life out of me. I pressed a trembling hand against my fiery chest, hoping to ease the torment, but to no avail. Nothing ever seemed to work, no matter how hard I tried.

Third fucking time. My heart is trying to punch a hole through my sternum. I press both hands to my chest, gasping, but the pain isn't just in my ribs. It’s lower. A sharp, stabbing cramp in my abdomen that feels like a ghost trying to claw its way back to life. I doubled over, squeezing my stomach. The phantom pain.

I don't resist, I just drop my head back down and wait for more pain. It starts as a low buzzing that's more of a tingly feeling than painful. I shift in the seat while Adrian just stands back and watches. He turns it up a little and Damian groans quietly. It's uncomfortable now, like the beginning of a cramp that you don't want to get any worse.

Then the cramp hit. It didn’t feel like the mild ones I’d had before. This one grabbed low and deep, a hard band squeezing me from inside. I hunched forward, hissed air between my teeth, and waited for it to pass. “Okay… okay,” I whispered. “Breathe.” It didn’t let go. It spread, hot and fierce, around my back and down my thighs. I pressed a hand flat to my stomach. The skin felt tight, stretched, too heavy.

“Yeah. Hurts, but... It’s better than with the tube.” “I’d imagine so.” Dr. Diaz pulled a stethoscope from her pocket. “I need to listen to your chest. This might be uncomfortable.” The cold metal against my skin made me flinch. I focused on the ceiling tiles as she moved the stethoscope methodically across my chest, careful to avoid the bandages. “How do you feel? Besides the obvious pain I mean,” she asked as she returned the stethoscope to her pocket. “Congested,” I said. "Like...breathing underwater. And there's a pressure, here.” I lifted my hand weakly to indicate the center of my chest.

“Before we begin, I want to ask—was there anything you didn’t mention earlier? Anything else you’ve been feeling that you might have forgotten to say?” The woman hesitated for a moment. She bit her lip as if debating whether to speak. Sophia noticed the hesitation. “You don’t have to be afraid. Anything you tell me will help me understand your condition better.” The woman sighed and nodded. “Actually, there is something else.” Sophia waited patiently. The woman took a deep breath. “Sometimes, I feel like my chest gets tight. It’s not exactly pain, but it feels like there’s pressure, like something heavy is sitting on my chest. It lasts for a few minutes and then goes away.”