Novel & Cerita Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer

Yumena was ready to start bawling again. "Wait-slow down sweetheart. Just breathe alright. Focus on the sound of my voice and just breath. In through your nose and out through your mouth," Yumena frowned while following Nurse Clairynymphs instructions and tried to control her breathing. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, mimicking Nurse Clairynymph who had been holding the cold Vampire's fingers. A tear slid down Yumena's cheek and she wiped it away instantly. Feeling ashamed for breaking down in public like this.

**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.

She choked again, coughing hard, more water spilling from her mouth until finally she managed to pull in a deep, desperate breath. “Brava… keep going,” Vincenzo murmured, his gaze fixed on her, tracking every tiny sign of recovery. “That’s it, amore… fill your lungs; you can do this.” He held her steady, keeping her head lifted, his thumb brushing lightly over her cold skin in an unconscious gesture of protection. Her chest rose and fell in uneven tremors, still fragile—but strong enough for her lips to part in a faint, breathless moan. Little by little, the color crept back into her cheeks, still pale but no longer lifeless, and her breathing settled into a more stable rhythm.

When I'm in the process of hyperventilating, Elliot takes my hand in his own, providing me with the courage that I need right now. “Look at me, Willow.” His soothing voice calms me down. “Look at me closely and copy my breathing pattern, alright?” Unknowingly, I nod my head. I didn't know I was breathing fast, too fast for my own good. Elliot breathes in sharply, gesturing to me to follow his action. I listen to him and try my best to follow him, breathing in sharply. When he breathes out, I do the same. In a few seconds, I realise my breathing pattern has come back to normal, all this while I don't take my eyes off of him.

Doctor Barra guided her slowly as she followed his directions to take a breath from her mouth. For the next while, that's all they did until Sashal's complexion turned better. She was also breathing through her nose again, slowly. It was the first time her body had reacted that much. And it was scary as she seemed to forget how to breathe. “I'll tell that brat not to show his brutal side again when you're around, ahem, he's not usually like that, though.” Sashal's gaze still fell on her hands, fiddling on the table. She parted her lips. "It's not because of him."

We are like brothers, each other’s life saviors, banter partner, partner in crime, best Alpha-Beta team and so much more. We both were sipping our coffee in comfortable silence when suddenly Lucas’s eyes roll back and his breathing becomes erratic. I keep my mug down and lightly slap his cheeks to make him listen to me. “Lucas, dammit, breathe. You are not breathing Lucas. Not now, fucking hell. See focus on my breathing. Breathe in, hold, and breathe out. Great, you are doing perfect, buddy. Once again, breathe in, hold and breathe out.”

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 eyes flick up, meeting Dante’s across the barrier of Damon’s broad shoulders. “Damon, ease up,” Dante says in a quiet, composed voice. Damon lets out a low growl, his body visibly tense. For a moment, I think he might ignore the plea. But then he takes a step back. The shift is small, but it’s enough to let the air flow again. The pressure lifts from my chest, and I suck in a sharp breath. My lungs expand as if I’ve surfaced from beneath the water, and my legs finally hold steady beneath me. I straighten, struggling to recover my balance, both physical and emotional.

But I don’t have the words to answer her. “Good,” she encourages me. “Now slower. Concentrate on forcing your breath to slow down. Rid your mind of all the emotions that released the power.” At first, all I can manage is to take quick, ragged breaths. But then I close my eyes, ignoring all the blood and carnage on the battlefield below, and start forcing each breath to slow, one at a time, until I can speak again. “It’s working,” I tell her. But I still have the lightning shooting out of my fingers, though it’s thinning out.

Then there is the elders having the nerve to claim that none of this is even happening. I see Alex almost nose to nose with me “Noves!” he is saying over and over. “Focus on me Noves, breath with me, that’s it, in like this, and out, in, and out” he sits there deep breathing with me until I am back int control. My vision is returning and I can hear the world around me again. “Thank fuck for that you scared me” he says hugging me to him. “You weren’t even breathing” “Sorry” I mumble. Angel shakes her head at me. “What on earth are you apologising for?” she asks me with a gentle smile.