Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Abaddon's voice pierced through my anguish as he rushed to my side. "Aurelia, are you alright?" he inquired with evident concern. I shook my head, tears springing to my eyes. He gently cradled my face in his hands, locking his gaze with mine. "Breathe, Lia," he implored, his tone soothing. "Holding your breath won't diminish the pain. It will only worsen. Breathe." Nodding in agreement, I sucked in a deep breath and began to cough, each convulsion sending a jolt of agony radiating from my fractured ribcage.

Since running into Kierian this morning, I have been on edge. “Whatever is bothering you, you need to let it go. I know you are better than this.” Slater’s face blocked my vision of the ceiling as he stood over me. “I know.” I let out a slow breath, followed by a deep inhale, before repeating the process of slowly exhaling. “Get up, you have two more tries.” Slater held his hand out, to offer to help me up. Instead of taking his hand, I pushed myself off the ground and got back on my feet. Without a word, I moved back to my starting position and prepared myself for round two. Steadying my breathing, I calmed my mind as Slater positioned himself once again.

Asher looked like he was about to completely pass out so they had to make a switch. Grey woke them up when they were pulling into the town. Immediately all the memories slammed into Em with such force that it took her breath. She felt the weight of a thousand bricks on her chest as she struggled to breathe. “Em… Em? You okay?” Aspen reached up and grabbed her shoulder from the seat behind her. She nodded but she couldn’t speak any words. It took her a few minutes before she calmed down. She did the breathing exercises Mara had showed her. Deep breath in, one one thousand. Deep breath out. Two one thousand. In through the nose. Three one thousand. Out through the mouth. Four one thousand.

His hands started sweating out as he tried stopping the cough but all what he did only worsened the situation. Suddenly, the door flung open with Special walking in, she took fast strides towards Draco and shouted to no one in particular. "Stop this madness, this is not what you want!!" And suddenly the coughing stopped and Draco stargered to a nearby wall for support. Prince Jeiel stared at her wide eyes. "How.w..w did you do that? How did you know we were in trouble?" The wavering voice of the prince came out and Special gave him a flat stare before exiting the room.

My knees give in, hoarse sobs escape my mouth while my whole body is quaking. "You need to calm down, Dean. I know this looks bad, but if you want to be here for her, you need to be strong. I know too well how strong you can be." Dr Pierce talks in a very calming voice to me. It's been so many years ago, and yet he has the same effect on me. "Breathe, Dean, take deep breaths in and out. Feel it expand in your belly and chest, concentrate on this feeling. Could someone get us a cold glass of water?" He directs the last sentence to one of the nurses. "Just keep breathing, boy. I'm here with you."

Not even a single gasp. My heart lurches in my throat. I begin compressing again, harder and faster but not too much, trying to revive him. And then finally, Lucas' chest rises with a shallow breath. His body slowly relaxes, his face no longer strained as he takes a soft, gentle breath, then another. Sabrina gasps, “Rayne, you did it! He's breathing! Oh, thank God! Thank you!” Wow, I did it! I've never done this before but I have witnessed it a couple of times. I really did it!

He asked, bringing her back to reality. She didn't answer him immediately. She closed her eyes tight. She concentrated on taking deep breaths. Inhale, hold, exhale. Breathe in. Hold, breathe out. Repeat. Over and over. She repeated the exercise until her breathing became steady again. And then she opened her eyes. "I'm listening," she said quietly, looking up at him.

"Look at me. You've learned control, you can teach him. I know you can." His voice cut through the panic trying to climb up my throat. I focused on him, on the steady way he was breathing, on the absolute certainty in his eyes that I could do this. The wild thing inside me that wanted to burn and rage and destroy slowly quieted. I turned back to Dante. "Follow my breathing. In and out, just like that. Feel the power but don't fight it. It's part of you now." He stared at me for a long second then matched his breathing to mine. In. Out. In. Out. The silver glow leaking from his hands started to dim. The fire that was crackling around us receded inch by inch until it finally disappeared comple

**Carol! A sudden slap brings her back to her senses. She coughs, releasing a good amount of water out of her throat. She trembles violently, feeling cold. But her lips part away with a gasp, realizing she can breathe. Her hands reach her throat—it’s burning, but she’s not breathless. Her shaky eyes find Damien hovering over her. His face is blurry but familiar. She touches his face, caressing the cold skin. It’s him. This blurry face belongs to Damien.

He repeated, holding her chin with controlled firmness, forcing her to look into his eyes. Vittoria began to count softly, following the rhythm of the exercise, while a minor attack threatened to take over, making each breath harder than the last. “That’s it. Keep going,” he guided, never stepping away, walking her through every phase of the cycle. Her sobs tangled with the rough sound of her breathing, which she fought to regulate with every repetition, as though each inhale was a battle against despair. Gradually, through tears and stubborn persistence, her breathing found its rhythm again, and the vital signs settled into a safer balance.