Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Her aim was to get over to where Jayden was, she knew somehow that he must be here at his own risk to rescue her from the hands of the Demons. She took one step at a time, but upon the third step, her body felt really heavy. She couldn't move her legs or anything, her eyes were becoming really dizzy and all she could see was blurry images. "What's happening to me?. My chest, I think it's about to explode. It hurts…. Damn!". She gritted her teeth upon her thought, her body was starting to sweat a lot.

My limbs were lead weights, unresponsive, disconnected from my brain's desperate commands. I could taste blood, it filled my mouth every time I tried to breathe. My chest burned, each inhale shallow, ragged. The air wouldn't come properly anymore. My lungs felt like they were full of something thick and wet, drowning from the inside. Every breath was a fight I wasn't sure I could win. Lucas's hands were on me, pressing down hard enough that I should've felt pain, but instead there was just pressure.. His voice trembled as he spoke, words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "Stay with me, Damon! You're fine… you're gonna be fine!"

“You have to be careful out there.” Vuk’s voice was a low rumble. “Can she just go on with healing Reeves?” Freya, as if hearing Vuk’s words, dipped a cloth into the mixture and pressed it gently to Reeves’s lips. The scent hit the air immediately, sharp and bitter. Reeves jerked a little, but I held him steady while Freya coaxed a small amount into his mouth. “Slow breaths,” she said quietly, more focused than she had been all morning. Reeves swallowed, then coughed, his body shaking under my hands. For a few seconds, he looked like he might lose consciousness again. His eyes rolled, then steadied. The tension in his shoulders loosened just a little.

I heard James' distant voice screaming out to me. He carried me in his arms and gently set me down to rest my back up against the wall. “Aurelia, I'm here for you. I just need you to breathe” I gasped for air, no air was going in and out of my lungs “Look at me, breathe in through your nose, and exhale through your mouth.” He took my hand in his, rubbing them gently “follow my move, breathe with me please” I inhaled after he did and followed his breathing, we breath together slowly till I was able to breath on my own like a normal human.

All that training, and I was still no match for this beast. “No, I was never yours!” A hiss came from behind this demon, slowing my heart. I had no idea what had broken, but I heard the distinct sound of something shattering to the ground, followed by a loud thud as something heavy hit the hardwood floor. It was almost immediately after that that my lungs remembered they could function without restriction again. Tank was frothing, trying to heal our nearly crushed windpipe. My vision was still too dim to see anything in front of me.

She couldn't get enough air no matter how hard she tried too. She felt strong hands grabbed her before she fell to the ground. Connor's face appeared in her front. "Breathe." His voice was calm and soothing . "In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Come on. You can do this." Maya tried to follow his instructions. Failed. Tried again. Slowly her bresth stsrted to come back to normal. The air came easier. The darkness started to clear he vision was becoming normal. "There you go keep breathing in and out slowly." Connor held her and guided her to sit on the chair. "Just keep breathing. Nice and slow."

“Please, huh? Help us.” “Need… to… breathe…” Emeriel gasped. “Breathe?” Lord Ottai echoed in confusion. Lord Vladya shoved him aside. “Here. Breathe with me,” he said to her. “In. Out. Come on. Long breaths. Deep. Come on, young one. You can do this.” Emeriel tried. She followed the cadence of his breathing. Slow, deep inhalations, holding the air in her lungs, then releasing it in steady streams. His voice was calm, so she clung to it.

I struggled, but his grip only tightened. “You smell like his pet, Reeve!” Alaric snapped, his voice echoing through the silent corridor of the Elite Wing. “You still went to him and let him touch you?” His face was flushed with wild jealousy. The pressure of Alaric’s aura made my heart start racing. Panic began creeping in, but the new breathing technique surfaced in my mind. Draw a breath. Bind the energy. I closed my eyes and followed the breathing technique taught in that vision. Instantly, my racing heartbeat began to slow. The heat in my chest cooled.

It made things even worse than it was supposed to. “Move… move… breath… can’t… move…” Her chest rose and fell, trying very hard to obtain the oxygen that she needed so much. “Move… breath… move…” Her hand chased them again. “Lord!” Luckily, Apis’s voice penetrated her ears. “... breath… breath…” Busaba wheezed in and out. “Move, move. Give space to the lord.” At her hazy eyes, she watched Apis drive out the ugly summonings away from Busaba. Only then her breathing was smoothing out, although it wasn’t as smooth as before. She still couldn’t breathe properly.

It wasn't until when she felt cold water splashing on her face did she start to return to her senses, but her heart was still feeling congested. She felt someone raising her up and a pair of warm but familiar arms wrapping around her. “Breathe, Melody breathe” A familiar voice kept chanting over and over again, and she obeyed, taking in deep gulps of air through her mouth to fill her air deprived lungs. She repeated the process over and over again until she felt her chest clearing up, and she could finally breathe with her nose and without difficulty. She felt hands wiping her face and she realized that she was crying. She blinked the tears away to see that it was Rebecca that had been huggi