At the moment, Baloran was still shouting- as best his damaged lungs permitted him- into the filthy com unit that hung from the ceiling of his office.

He needed to inhale deeply to bring the air through the filters and each breath hurt his damaged lung.

The stranger moved closer, standing above Whiskers Lu, listening to the pained wheezing of his final breaths, the soft gurgle of the blood in his pierced and damaged lung.

Her song has just begun . . ." The old man leaned forward, dry breath wheezing up out of his damaged lungs.

Carolyn Broadmoor asleep in her bedroom, the breath rasping in and out of her damaged lungs, the sound nearly lost in the whisper of special humidifiers and air conditioners.

To force more oxygen through her damaged lungs, the ventilator was turned up full throttle, risking a fatal tear of tissue from the high air pressure.

He'd been doing a minor microsurgical procedure to repair her damaged lungs, afraid to risk anesthesia in her weakened condition.

Her fingers touched the mask that still covered her lower face and gently fed oxygen to her damaged lungs.

Yana gulped another swallow of the syrup, this time feeling the warmth spreading into the poisoned cavities of her damaged lungs.

His breath wheezed in and out of his damaged lungs with a windstorm sound.