Recovery Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“Sloooow. In and out … don’t try and fight against yourself. Stop gasping and try to aim for one inhale. Listen to my voice. Just focus on me and not everything going on inside your head.” Emma’s voice is around me. “Can’t … love…” I struggle to formulate my feelings, reverting to another bout of struggling gasps to fill my lungs again. “Don’t talk … breathe and try to calm yourself. It’s going to be okay, Liv. You’re going to be okay. It will pass.” Her serene and grounding voice is all that’s holding me steady as the haze lifts with more oxygen in my lungs. I realize I am kneeling forward with my face on the floor, and her body is half wrapped around me protectively. Seeing the gray marble

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.

I tilt her head back and lay my cheek closer to her nostrils. No breath. No air. My little mate is not fucking breathing. By the rood, I will spank her so good when she survives. She has no idea the line she has crossed. Pinching her nose, I seal my lips with hers, breathing into her throat. I strike her shoulder before locking my palms on her chest, pushing hard and fast. My heart pounds in my head as I bite my cheek, increasing the muscle velocity in my hands. Locking lips, I breathe into her, longer than before. I repeat the process for minutes, begging the Goddess to revive her.

I exhaled deeply, thinking about everything Serena had said but then the signs were there, I had healing abilities and the blood message on the wall… Everything only buttressed her point. My breathing became hitched immediately at the thought of everything… my chest tightened, I pressed a hand to my chest immediately, tapping slowly as I tried to breathe but it found it difficult… “Alysia… Are you okay?” Damon asked, suddenly rising and I exhaled deeply as I began breathing normally, nodding slowly as my breath regulated. “Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded, flashing a smile. Damon began stretching lazily as he yawned. I concealed a smile. He looked so rough and sexy… Man, he was fire! How

Precisely because my breathing was slower, I knew that my heartbeat was too, I had practiced this since the plan to make Achilles faint was made. "NOW!" I hear Hayden's shout. I can feel the gigantic increase in auras, at the same time as the noise of transformation and the sound of fighting spread. "Hayden!" Lucca called out, as his aura increased, trying to make a bubble around me. This time my breathing really started to get heavier, as I struggled to open my eyes, then the taste of blood invaded my mouth and I swallowed, knowing it was the blood of Achilles and Perseus.

my whole back is encased with warmth, and I gasp. "Breath Se. Goddess... please breathe, sweetheart. you can not pass out now. not now... please. focus on me, Se. focus on my breathing. breath with me ok" someone whispers in my ear, and I know they are right. I can not focus on anything and feel Star pushing to speak to me. the ringing in my ears drowns out the world as I focus on matching my breathing to the person behind me. in out in out

"We need you to cough, Luna. It will help get this out a lot smoother." I brace my gut for a forced motion and cough as hard as I can. Just as I get the third one cough out, the last of the tube slides out from my mouth. I'm gasping for air and my chest heaves from the effort. "You did good, that's it.." one of the healers consoles me. "Don't try to move, you're still in pretty serious recovery right now." I realize that the one face I want to see isn't with me and I start to panic all over again. "Damon? Where is the king?"

Then he gasped. It came out sharp and desperate, the exact sound of someone breaking the surface of water after too long beneath it, his chest heaving hard as air flooded back into lungs that had barely been working seconds earlier. Color rushed back into his face almost visibly, the grey pallor draining away, replaced by something warmer. "Holy shit," Corwin breathed, scrambling closer. "He's breathing. He's actually breathing properly."

I staggered back, clutching my chest, vision flashing violet at the edges. Mother gasped. “Ivy…Calm down, stop and breathe.” But my breath came jagged, raw. The walls seemed to bend inward, the floor trembled under my feet. Something inside me clawed, desperate to rip free. And then, like a rope thrown to a drowning soul, Damon’s sigil lit up in my mind. That spiral curve, that deliberate breath, the grounding mark he pressed into my skin. I traced it into my palm with shaking fingers, inhaled once, twice, like he had taught me.