Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer の小説・ストーリー

I felt something grab me which only made me kick my legs more. “Elizabeth!” I heard Damon yell before he pulled me out of the water and onto the floor. His hands pressed my chest gently and I found myself hurling out all the water that had forcefully entered my body—and that was a lot. “Are you okay?” he asked once I opened my eyes coughing, I only managed a nod in response. I tried to breathe in but my lungs protested restricting airflow. “Damon…I can’t breathe” I said, gasping for air. He immediately bent to me and parted my lips. He pressed his mouth gently over them and blew in air, my lungs relaxing in return. In a few seconds my breathing evened out but he stayed where he was.

Back when life was hell. Hir anxiety spiked through the roof, which caused hir heart to race in hir chest, and hir lungs to hyperventilate uncontrollably. Ze attempted to pull and tug at hir bindings, but found hirself completely powerless. Against simple rope. No, ze told hirself. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. This isn’t the past. This is Godeater. Taunting me. Trying to break me? Lucifer closed hir eyes, and breathed in and out slowly. An exercise that Freya had taught hir to do many, many times. Although ze didn’t find much value in them before, they certainly helped hir now.

He feels as if the contact burns him and starts breathing a bit agitated. "Close your eyes," she asks, resting her head on his well-sculpted chest. "Find my breath, focus. You're having a panic attack. Take deep breaths." Ayden obeys her, and she does nothing but embrace him and accompany him in the breathing exercise. "Exhale... Inhale deeply... Exhale..." she repeats several times until he regains control. Arya gradually moves away from him as he calms down. "Don't open your eyes. I'll be behind you. Is that okay?"

Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Oh God. Please, not now. “Domini? Baby, what’s wrong?” “I can’t breathe.” She flapped her hand in front of her face as if that would help. “Shit.” Cam hauled her to her feet. He put his palms over her ears and tipped her head to look directly into her eyes. “Breathe with me. Nice and slow, okay?” Below her line of vision, she could see his chest expand as he inhaled. She followed his lead. In. Out. In. Out.

“Just breathe.” “I… I can’t!” she choked out, her body trembling against mine. Her hands fisted in my shirt, desperate for an anchor. “Yes, you can,” I said, tightening my hold on her. “Focus on my touch. Follow my breathing.” Her breathing hitched, then slowly began to steady, the trembling in her hands subsided as the bond pulsed stronger. She blinked, a tear slipping down her cheek, and took a shaky breath, the color returning to her face. She placed her forehead on my chest, taking in a few more deep breaths.

Closing my eyes, I focused like my life depended on it, which evidently it did! Slowing my breathing like my father had taught me many times over the years, I imagined the blood pumping through my body, envisioning the cells and molecules that made up my body, forcing those key elements to rush to the damaged areas that needed healing and doing their job- Sooner rather than later! Not like I was in a rush here or anything! It took seconds once I managed to push through the overwhelming distress still coursing through my body. Once Ares was healed enough, I pushed forward and seized control, protecting our body with my demonic skin just long enough to pull the lasso free from my body, freeing

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, relief flooding through him. Time seemed to stand still as Liam performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, his focus solely on reviving Bloom's breath and bringing her back from the brink. Each exhale infused her with the essence of life, a tender act of connection and care. He monitored her response, his heart aching with worry, until a subtle rise and fall of her chest signaled the return of breath.

The humanoid demon screamed in agony as multiple sloth arms pulled her back and sank her to earth, straight to where she came from. Panting, Alice turned back to LJ, "Oppa, hey, stay with me." "V, " LJ whispered before he completely lost consciousness. Alice gripped his body tighter to him and traveled him out of range from the battle. Quickly, she ran her hands on her twin flame's head and coated her hands with healing magic. His breaths were getting shallower, and already, she could feel him snapping out of his physical vessel.

He is mortally wounded, his chest torn open and his breathing coming in shallow gasps. Damon steps forward, his human form completely restored but his face looking entirely demonic in its cold execution. He drives his boot directly into the dying man’s shattered chest, cracking his ribs with deliberate pressure as he leans down. “Who sent you?” Damon whispers, his voice carrying a low, dual-toned resonance that makes the mud beneath his boots freeze. “How did you bypass the security grid?” The dying Reaper lets out a hollow, bloody laugh, blue foam leaking from the corners of his mouth as his eyes lock onto Damon’s face.

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.