Around them the pulse of the night was slowing; the faint street noises died almost to nothing.

But they hadn't held their fire, and her thundering pulse slowed.

When his pulse had slowed enough for him to think, he peered around to see the lay of the land.

His pulse slowed, whether he wanted it to or not.

Her pulse was slowing, dragged by the low sounds coming from those around them.

"Not at all," Carlo said, feeling his pulse slow back down.

Blood pressure read 100/60 and the pulse slowed evenly to about seventy per minute.

She took a deep breath, wondering if her pulse would ever slow to a normal rate again.

My pulse slowed enough that I could breathe around it.

My pulse slowed, and I began seeing things again.