Kenapa Tiba Tiba Dada Terasa Sakit Mga Nobela at Kwento

Besides the sound of the wind rustling the curtains, there was only the sound of a drop of blood flowing from his finger to the ground. — In the car, Bertha's heart suddenly ached violently. She clutched her chest, her face pale with pain. Bruno saw that her condition was not good so he hurriedly asked. "Bertha, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?" He leaned forward, trying to help her. Bertha raised her hand to refuse. After taking a few deep breaths, the pain in her heart gradually disappeared. But why is it like that? She has never had heart disease.

A tremor runs through my body. Then another. Heat explodes through me, coiling brutally in my belly, only to shoot up my back like lightning. My vision wavers, and Zarina sees it instantly. “Sit down. Now.” Her voice is steady, but her eyes sharpen with alarm. I don’t hear the rest as pain crashes over me, knocking the air out of my lungs. I clutch my chest. My ribs feel too tight, too small. My lungs seize, refusing to expand. Shit. I can’t breathe.

It was as if the world around me had shifted ever so slightly, sending ripples of confusion through my senses. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm the rising tide of apprehension within me. But as I exhaled, a slight twinge of discomfort gripped my stomach, causing my brows to furrow in concern. It was a mild ache, like a distant echo, yet persistent enough to demand my attention. I instinctively placed a hand on my abdomen, hoping to alleviate the discomfort, but it lingered, refusing to subside.

"I think we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?" I nodded, still looking flustered. "Yeah, let's just focus on enjoying the moment now." But just as it seemed like things were about to get out of hand, my expression changed. A sharp pain struck my chest, and my eyes widened in horror. My hand went up to hold my chest. I couldn't feel any physical pain but it felt like I was being cut open slowly. The pain was becoming increasingly much with time. "Arthur, Brett," I mumbled looking up, my voice barely above a whisper. "I think something's wrong. I can feel it."

I groaned and tried in vain to lift my head. I needed to shift back. I needed to attack. Every time I tried to initiate the shift, red hot pain filled my chest. I had never felt anything like this before. It felt like I couldn’t breathe. What the hell just happened? I forced myself to move and managed to shift my position until I could see my torso. My skin was rapidly darkening in a deep bruise and my chest was rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to breathe.

Not yet. By evening I was back home, exhausted. I changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the couch trying to rest. My chest started feeling tight. At first I thought it was just stress from the past few days. I stood up to get water but the tightness got worse. Sharp pain spread across my chest. I tried to breathe deeply but it felt like something was squeezing my lungs.

Immediately, some did as she said and started taking deep breaths. Out of nowhere, muffled cries of pain rang out across the hall. People started clutching their chests, their eyes wide and stricken with terror. They were completely panicked. Some even collapsed onto the floor, sweating profusely from the excruciating pain. "My chest hurts!" "Why does it feel like I don't have any strength left in my body?"

I don't even know how I spent the last few hours, I don't even think I ate something filling. “What are you thinking about? You look a little pale.” “Yeah. My chest hurts for some reason.” I murmured, rubbing the part of my chest where that stone was embedded. Also, when I woke up, my chest had started hurting. It wasn't like a very huge pain, more like a stabbing one that goes and comes. Earlier, it was manageable, but now, whenever the pain hit, I could barely breathe. It was also something that made me freak out. It had to be connected to that dream I had.

I already told you to bever fall in love to him. There you go, don’t ask why your chest feels so tight right now! “I need to talk to her, she’s pregnant Lily.” When I heard it, I stopped from walking. And Jeoff looked back at me. I can’t breathe well. My chest feels so tight. Is it a symptom of covid 19? Jeoff got back to me and led me to a bench. Then the girl passed through us and she was running, she’s the girl shouting with her boyfriend a while ago.

I held his hand, because one of his hands squeezed my breast again. "Why... Are you okay?" he asked looking at me. I just move restlessly. "Are you sick? I was too harsh on you?" He looked at me worriedly, while I shook my head. My breasts are a little sensitive, since this morning. Am I going to menstruate? But before, my breasts had never felt this sensitive. "Ozgur..." I said, breathlessly. "Yeah, what's wrong with you?" Ozgur was getting worried.