Is Drowning Painful Novels & Stories

Desperately, I try to swim back to the surface, but the water's grip on me grows stronger with each attempt. Struggling with all my might, I fight against the powerful current, determined to reach the safety of the big rock. However, the force of the water causes me to collide with it, first hitting my shoulder, then my leg, and finally my head. The pain is excruciating, and I suspect I am bleeding profusely, but my weakened state prevents me from confirming it. After what feels like an eternity, someone finally reaches me underwater. I can sense their presence as they lift me out of the water, urgently calling my name. Their voices blend together, and I overhear them reassuring each other t

Air turned into water as I felt something wet. My eyes shot opened as I felt water around me. I was drowning, water filled my nostrils, air left my lungs, my eyes blurred. I move my arms and legs and as fast as I swam to the surface it kept rising just out of my grasp. My vision disfigured as I felt water filling my cavities, my mind blanked out. Dizziness over take. And I let myself drown. Was this how I was going to die? As my vision start blurring, I saw a shadow above the water, red eyes staring back at me, smiling wickedly at me showing me his fangs.

Gravity would do the rest. My medical training kicked in automatically. Height approximately forty meters. Water depth unknown but sufficient for impact. Bones would shatter on contact—femur, pelvis, ribs. Internal bleeding would be massive. If I positioned myself correctly, feet first, shock would render me unconscious within thirty seconds. Death within three to five minutes from drowning or internal hemorrhaging. Quick. Relatively painless if I did it right. I climbed onto the railing, hands gripping cold metal. The wind whipped my hair. The water called.

It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank out of his way. No wonder he made it until the rescue team arrived. As that realization dawned on me, I accidentally inhaled too much water. My body convulsed with the sharp pain, and I felt my consciousness fading before I could reach the boat. ... When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. A moment later, a nurse walked up to my bedside. She asked gently, "You're awake! Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?" I shook my head slowly and murmured, "Just a little dizzy."

She looked so pitiful. If she were to live in a dream right now, she might as well die in her dream. However, where can she go to die? Drowning was one of the most painful ways to die. The water would enter the nasal and oral cavities, fill up the heart and lung, and suffocate her. After that, her body would be swollen and emit a foul odor. Jumping off a tall building? It would be very tragic if the suicide wasn't successful. She would be disabled. In addition, it was too ugly to die like that.

My eyes are open, stinging in the freezing, murky dark. The urge to breathe is a physical hook tearing into my chest. I jerk my shoulders, trying to buck him off, but the guy's weight is immovable. I’m drowning in a basement. The cold starts numbing the throbbing pain in my face, which somehow makes it infinitely more terrifying. I’m losing the edges of my own body. He rips me out of the water, then drops me. I hit the wet concrete floor hard. I roll onto my side, violently coughing up water.

My hair clung to my face trying to block my breaths, and the metallic taste of blood was in my mouth. I could barely stay afloat with one hand. Reaching down again, I could feel the cause of the intense pain, and pulled a large spike of drift wood from my side. My body was done. I could feel it shutting down. There was just nothing left in me. My arms were useless, and kicking to stay afloat only hurt my side more. All I could feel was pain and burning throughout my entire body.

It was hurt but he bare it. He tried and tried to get out from water but to his last try was very hard for him. The last wave is stronger than the other. He wanted to shout in the pain when his head hit strongly on something that he thinks it was part of the chopper. He also has difficulty swimming due to pain in his body. He starting to feel dizzy. He drink a lot of water. He can't count how many things have hit his body. Until he finally closed his eyes as he remembered his loved ones.

Then he listened to my lungs with a stethoscope for a long time and asked me to breathe in and out several times before he was satisfied. “Secondary drowning is the primary concern,” he said, mostly to Jace rather than to me, which I noted. “When water enters the lungs, even in small amounts, it can cause inflammation and fluid buildup in the hours following the incident. We'll want to monitor oxygen levels and watch for any respiratory distress overnight.” He looked at me then, “Any chest pain? Difficulty breathing?” “No.” “Shortness of breath? Dizziness?” “I’m fine.” “She’s not fine,” Jace said flatly. “She was unconscious when I pulled her out.”

Everything I wasn’t able to understand in the last day now comes to a sense. Every single moment of the last five years fills my mind. Again, I claw at my throat as I feel water fill my lungs, and I’m unable to breathe. My eyes bulge, and in horror, I look up at John right in front of me, my eyes desperately pleading him for help. I’m drowning, while every inch of my body hurts the in the worst way. “Shhhhh…..It will soon be over," I can now hear him whisper soothingly. “You’re going to be fine.”