An Asphyxiating Life Novels & Stories

, Alexander told him after regaining his vocals. “Yes? I mean every word of what I just said, it was years ago and I was helping out in the general hospital during my college days. A young beautiful woman was rushed into the emergency room one night with this same symptoms. Her name was Carolina Min, she couldn’t utter a word and was struggling to even breathe. We placed her on nasal oxygen but she was still gasping for air, as if she was suffocating and her lungs was turning against her. Her lungs was collapsing with her still alive.

She could not hold on any longer after just two minutes and struggled violently in the water, twisting the rope around her wrist. Could it be that Corentin really would not make it in time? Would she really die in this pool? The oxygen in her lungs was depleting, and she began to suffocate painfully. Her consciousness was gradually fading, the strength of her struggles became weaker, and the sound of water in her ears disappeared. Ashlynn's eyes were closed, her head drooping. Then there was a splash, and someone rushed into the water, causing a stir in the entire pool. Corentin sank to the bottom of the water, lifted Ashlynn's face up, pried her lips open and breathed oxygen into her contin

However, to no avail, Axe still closed his eyes peacefully-he didn't know I was starting to hate remembering his heroic behavior to this point. "Artificial breath, Miss." This time Alessandro spoke while looking at me. I knew what he meant, he was asking me to provide artificial respiration for Axe. Of course I won't refuse, I need Axe by my side at all times. He has to live and survive for me. I quickly took a deep breath, not forgetting to flank Axe's nose while pressing his jaw to open his lips. Then dropped our lips, channeling my breath into his body. I repeatedly did the same, also occasionally pressing on his chest.

He gasps, his face contorting with anguish, and he releases Clara's hand as if it's burned him. Cinhard’s voice trembling as he asks. “Artificial ventilation? But that means... she's... she's not even breathing?” The doctor nods, her voice gentle but laden with sorrow. The doctor nods softly. “Yes, I'm afraid so. We had to intubate her to ensure she gets enough oxygen. Her condition is very serious, and we're doing everything we can to support her.”

He grinned dangerously, increasing the pressure of his grip while I choked, uselessly struggling to break free. “That's…not true…” I rasped. “The truth is only what people believe. Someone has to take the fall, nobody really liked you anyway.” He squeezed harder, cutting off my air. Dark spots bloomed in my vision. I kicked, scratched, but he was too strong. My limbs started to feel heavy. My lungs screamed. Jaeni… help me… please— But even her voice was faint now. Aspen needed help. She was still breathing. I had to get her to a hospital. I had to do something. I couldn’t black out, not now. Not— The world tilted, then collapsed into an unforgiving, icy black.

Perhaps after experiencing the side effects firsthand, he’d become more empathetic to his future patients. His girth slumped forward in the chair, leaving his chin resting on his chest. I could have adjusted his windpipe. Theoretically, this position restricted his airway, a common cause of asphyxiation. I shrugged. Though that hadn’t been my goal, if it happened, I wouldn’t lose sleep.

To be in the embrace of the God of Sex and Death - lust, passion, asphyxiation, climax, pain, agony, passage, bliss, decay. All the sensations juxtapose in my withering mind. Water. I need it, desperately. Hot sweat wets my blindfold and flows down my face in a stream. Back and forth, I slide forcefully with the last of my strength. I'm about to collapse. The collar on my neck is stealing my breaths. I exhale groans and take in nothing. My mouth has emptied. Slow suffocation. The blood is restrained. The ultimate asphyxiation. I have completed the death posture.

Not to mention a few devices attached to her chest and fingertips. "She's suffering from Aspiration Pneumonia," the doctor attending to Haisley explained. "It seems a considerable amount of seawater entered her lungs. This caused injuries to her lungs and throat. For the time being, she needs intensive care. We've already placed her on a ventilator to assist her breathing so that she doesn't experience too much pain. We'll remove it once her breathing difficulty subsides," the doctor said. And time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. Now, the two siblings were standing outside the room where Haisley was being treated. From a distance, they could see the small girl's body, which looked flushed

For an excuse invented by the same, preventing the Bennet family from seeing. Anthony went into a coma, due to hypokalemic shock, a serious situation that occurred due to the loss of a large amount of fluid and blood due to the gunshot hitting his chest, which made his heart unable to pump the necessary blood throughout the body and, consequently oxygen, leading to serious problems in various organs of the body, putting your life at total risk.

The impact sent a jolt of pain through her body as her back collided with a nearby pillar, the sharp edges digging into her flesh. Suddenly, large gloved hands closed around her throat, squeezing with a vice-like grip. The world around her faded into a blur as her oxygen supply decreased. It became impossible to breathe, her gasps for air turning into feeble wheezes. She couldn't scream, the pressure against her windpipe silencing her cries for help. Even if she could, she knew that no one would come to her rescue at this late hour of the night. Ayva realized with a chilling certainty that she was going to die.