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Suddenly a sharp pain erupted in my chest, causing me to gasp loudly and drop my bag on the floor as I clutched at my chest. My breathing became laboured quickly, almost as if I were hyperventilating.

That’s when the tightness in my chest started. At first, it was faint—just a small discomfort I could ignore. But as I lay back, the pressure increased, and a sharp pain radiated through my chest. My breathing hitched, growing faster, more erratic. Panic swept over me in waves. I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart raced in a way that felt unnatural. I grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed James’s number. The ringing seemed to go on forever, each second feeling like a lifetime. Finally, he picked up.

“Yeah, yeah I am fine. Just…thinking, that’s all.” “Why do you keep rubbing at your chest? Did you get hurt out there too?” His question had everyone in the room turning towards me. I didn’t even notice until he pointed it out, that I had been rubbing at my chest. “Nah man. I am good. Just feeling a little tight, I guess.” I respond. I don’t really know how to explain this sensation that I have been feeling for the last hour or so, it’s like a line is being pulled tight in my heart. I reach up and rub again, right as the Doc walks in.

A dull ache bloomed beneath my ribs before creeping upward into my chest. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Mrs. Adams?" Marissa looked up. "You okay?” "I'm fine.” I reached for the glass of water on my desk, but halfway there my fingers trembled and the glass rattled softly against the table. Marissa frowned. “Are you sure you're okay ma'am?” I forced a smile. "I just need a minute." I took another breath and this one caught painfully halfway through. My lungs suddenly felt heavier, as though someone had wrapped a tight band around my chest.

"However, if you notice any increase in swelling, any difficulty breathing, any feeling like your throat is closing up, you need to tell someone immediately, understood?" "Understood," I said. He moved on to my ribs next, and his expression became more serious. "I'm going to need to lift your shirt to examine your ribs properly," he said. "Is that alright?" I nodded and he carefully lifted the hem of my shirt, exposing my ribs and stomach. I heard Tristan suck in a sharp breath and when I looked down, I saw why. The bruising on my ribs was extensive, dark purple and blue spreading across my entire right side.

“I felt dizzy, and my chest hurt, I couldn’t speak at the moment, and then I lost consciousness.” She explained to the doctor, hoping he wouldn’t pry much, all she needed was probably some painkillers, that is if hopefully Lance didn’t break anything inside her. Showing the doctor or requesting for a proper examination, will give rise to doubt on her earlier statement. “You said you felt dizzy? Was it sudden or did it start gradually?” He asked curiously and she shook slightly. “It happened suddenly.” She muttered “The pain in your chest, can you describe it, was it sharp, dull or tight?” He worriedly again and Cassandra froze a while, wondering what to say.

He hurriedly ran to his table and immediately scraped his medicine kit and looked for medicine for his headache, he quickly drank it then rested deeply when he drank, but suddenly he grabbed his chest. "ARGHHHH" he muttered, suddenly he couldn't breathe, he felt his chest tighten so he suddenly sat down and lay on the floor, he tried to catch his breath but he couldn't find it in his throat, suddenly his head hurt at the same time and her chest was at the same time as her body, so while she could still move as far as she could, she took her cell phone and pressed Dial #1, which was the same as her husband's, when she dialed it, it rang so she put it on in his ear.

I still feel tight in my chest. "Oh my God, Violen," said Daliah, who came in the middle of the night and immediately hugged me. Daliah's hug made me sob even more to cry, "Daliah? What is wrong with me? Why does my chest hurt like this," I said in a voice that was sobbing. Daliah rubbed my head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Daliah. I let go of my voice. Somehow this feeling of tightness becomes a burden for me

His head drops forward until his forehead rests against the table with a soft thud. "Hayden?" I lean forward. "Are you feeling sick again?" He stays like that for a long second, breathing shallowly. Then he slowly sits up, one hand pressing against his chest as he adjusts in the chair. His face is pale, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He lowers his head again, his eyes squeezed shut. "My chest hurts," he rasps. I'm out of my chair in an instant, moving around the table to him. My hand finds his shoulder, then slides to his chest, feeling the too-fast, uneven rhythm beneath my palm.

she admitted. Dr. Carlisle nodded. “Any headache?” “Yes, but very mild.” Beside him, Nurse Sonata made a neat note on the chart, her expression attentive but composed. “And your chest?” the doctor continued. “Do you feel any pain when you breathe in or out? Any tightness?” Clarabelle considered the question, then took a slow, careful breath. “It’s harder to breathe than usual,” she said honestly, “but not painful. Just… heavier, I guess.”