Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

He seemed problematic, just like an elementary student who was answering a doctorate question. Chaol cleaned his throat and clasped his fingers together. "You see these passing days, I've been quite sick-" Lana raised an eyebrow. "Sick?" "Yes, now let me finish. This sickness that I have, is quite... I do not know, strange?" Lana gave him a perplexed look. "How strange?" "Well, first off- it suffocates me." Chaol placed his two hands on his chest to demonstrate. "My chest pounds very quickly and I cannot seem to breathe well because of it."

The doctor turned on the air-conditioning and tried to make me lie down. I refused. Eric held my shoulder. "Breathe, Winter. Breathe." I wanted to do as he said, but my lungs failed me. It was as if someone had stuffed them with balls of cloth, obstructing the airflow. My chest felt tight. The more I tried to breathe, the tighter my chest became. My heart was beating like a drum. It might just jump out. "You need to stay calm, ma'am." Eric snapped. "She's trying, but she clearly can't. Do something. Anything!"

My shirt clung to my body due to the sweat. My heart beat at a speed I wanted to stop. To get a button and press it for it to slow down. A switch to turn off the feeling that refused to go away. I opened my mouth gasping for more air. It was not enough. The air I was breathing into my lungs. My system felt dry and itchy. My chest burnt. I increased my breathing. I was going to die. I formed a fist and hit my chest multiple times. Maybe that was going to take it away.

Commanding. "I can't—" "Yes, you can. Slow down. Look at me." I forced my eyes to meet his. His face was close. His hands were warm on my shoulders, grounding me. But the pressure in my chest didn't ease. My ears started ringing. The hallway seemed to narrow around me. "I can't breathe," I said. My voice broke on the words. "You can. You're breathing right now. Feel it. In and out." I shook my head. It didn't feel like breathing. It felt like drowning. Like my lungs were filling with something heavy and I couldn't get it out.

My chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on it, refusing to let me breathe properly. “Get it together,” I muttered under my breath. My voice sounded strange in the silence. I pushed myself off the wall and moved down a few steps, my heels clicking sharply against the concrete. The air was cooler here, dry, carrying that faint metallic smell that always clung to stairwells. It should have helped. It didn’t. I stopped halfway down, gripping the railing as my fingers tightened around the cold metal. My hand was shaking. I let out a breath, dragging it in slowly through my nose, then out through my mouth.

My hand grips the sleeve of my outfit over my chest as I try to calm my heavy breathing. What the actual heck is wrong with me?

I know my vision is hazy but that isn’t because I’m not breathing, or am I not breathing? My forehead does feel damp, and my chest feels like it has been tied with strings. Weirdly so. But I am breathing, my chest is moving at an alarmingly fast rate and that would only happen when I breathe right? I cough loudly, my eyes burning now with tears. “There, there.” I feel a pressure on my chest and air is forced into my lungs. I cough again, my throat feeling like sandpaper. “You’re okay now, you’re okay.” Xander’s voice sounded panicked, it was almost shaking. I don’t know what he must have seen to warrant that reaction.

The air grows thicker, heavier, harder to breathe. My heart starts to race faster. My chest tightens painfully. I can't breathe. It's like invisible hands are wrapping around my throat, squeezing. My lungs feel too small. My vision blurs at the edges. My body trembles, my hands clawing at my neck as if I could somehow pull the air back in. A sob breaks from my throat, choked and weak. I can't think, can't move, can't breathe. Everything hurts. Then there's a knock on the door soft at first, then louder.

I almost wouldn’t have seen Nicholas ever again. The thought made me shudder, a sob catching in my throat. My heart began to pound erratically, each beat hammering against my ribs. My breathing became shallow, my vision narrowing. No, no. Calm down. Breathe. But I couldn’t. My heart thudded harder, faster, as if it were fighting to break free from my chest. A sharp, squeezing pain radiated across my torso, sending bolts of agony down my left arm. I clutched at my chest, gasping, but the air wouldn’t come.

I found myself in the back garden, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. My lungs felt tight, I was struggling to breathe. My heart was pounding, I couldn’t hear anything but my heart. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, louder and louder. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest as my lungs constricted. I fell to my knees as my breathing got worse. The pain across my chest was indescribable.