Ear Whistle When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

A few moments later several nurses raced in. “Ok honey, we are going to get this tube out” one said, her voice calm and eyes kind. “I need you to breathe through your nose ok, good, that's it.” I stared at her wide eyed, feeling the oxygen bless my body as I greedily sucked in as much as I could, my nostrils flaring.

How could it be snowing? My body is numb with cold but the pain I feel is still intense, every muscle and bone hurts and I know I must get up, but I can’t move. Then I remember my emergency whistle, I reach up to my neck and lift it out to put it to my lips and I blow as hard as I can. I repeat that action after a minute and continue in the hopes I am not too far away from him.

“I’m sorry, Kat. I didn’t want to do this.” Before I could reply. He used his free hand to gush red dust on me and it went straight into my nose. It was peppery like chili powder but uncomfortable because it refused to clear from my nose. Eventually, the powder caused me to sneeze and I thought my organs would be pulled out of my body.

I swallowed the bitter sob rising in my throat, my chest heaving as the air in the tiny cubicle felt entirely microscopic, suffocatingly tight with their malice. My nose suddenly began to prickle, a violent, unstoppable sensation flurrying through my sinuses from the heavy chemical fumes of the fresh bleach they had used to clean the floors. No No, no, no. Please, God, not now, I prayed wildly, my fingers frantically pinching my nose, my teeth clenching together in a desperate, frantic attempt to hold back the reaction. But my body completely refused to obey my mind. Achoo! The small, muffled sneeze escaped my lips, cutting sharply through the echoing acoustics of the restroom.

Those who weren't riding were cheering them on. The main event was really lively and seemed to be what everyone including Max had been waiting for. Max had even pulled the throttle so many times that it made the exhaust sound very noisy. I don't know why hearing this kind of noise suddenly makes my chest tight. I also felt like something was blocking my airway so I opened the helmet visor. I inhaled as much air as possible which I thought would relieve the symptoms I was feeling. But it didn't, instead it got worse when I inhaled the smell of gasoline. So I finally closed the helmet visor again.

I breathed. In through the nose, out slow, the way I had been doing it for five years whenever things got loud and I needed my hands steady. The same technique I had used on the kitchen floor and at windows in the dark and in corridors outside his office and on a roof in the cold. I knew how to do this. I had been training for this without knowing it. Slow. In through the nose, out slow. The same way I had breathed through forty minutes of a headache three nights ago. The same technique I had been using for five years when things got loud and I needed my hands steady.

I look at Lana to see her smiling at me as if encouraging me to do it. “Just- Just think of calling someone for help. Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Like... say, please we need your help and listen to my call. Then you blow that horn.” Lana said as I look at the shell like horn in my hand. I sigh then close my eyes. I clear my thought before I say the words Lana told me to say. Still have my eyes close I begin to blow the horn. I feel strange because I can only hear some gush of wind from the horn I am blowing. I feel weird and want to open my eyes but I remained close eyed. The feeling I am feeling while I am blowing that horn feels so relaxing and calming. As if all my problems ha

Why can I feel him like that? ‘Focus on breathing,’ the voice in my head sounds relaxed, a calmer version of myself. ‘You’ve been without a beast for a long time. Your body’s just waking up. In through the nose, out through the mouth.’ I’m desperate for relief, so I listen. “My ears hurt,” I whisper to Theron when he asks what’s wrong. “Everything is so loud.”

Taking a tissue and blowing my nose roughly, making sure I'm all right "Hahahahah" laughed Noah saw me blowing my nose, I looked at Noah, annoyed "What? Are you disgusted?" I asked, confused. Noah shook his head "no, but you're a woman who is not ashamed to blow your nose like that in front of a handsome man like me" said Noah. I rolled my eyes lazily, picked up all the tissues and threw them in the trash. I stood in front of my mirror, saw the reflection of my face there. Ahhh I look very messy and messy.

My head felt as if the skull was compressing and expanding at the same time, to breathing also proved to be a challenge because it hurt to drag air into my lungs. My body instinctively curled into a ball as a way of alleviating the pain. Neither the rain nor the cold wind blowing could do anything to ease the wrenching pain. For long agonizing minutes, the snapping went on before everything suddenly went still. I couldn't make out the sound of anything for a few seconds before I heard a loud ringing in my ears which made me groan in discomfort, my body coiling tighter than ever, then the ringing stopped. My head was pressed to the ground but, I could oddly hear the whooshing sound of the win