An Asphyxiating Life Novels & Stories

My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I stared through the glass. My body tensed as the artificial systems of machinery and sigils forced Asher’s body back into function. The monitors flickered. An unstable heartbeat appeared. But the brainwaves remained flat. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The vaids continued their work in complete silence while the life-support systems stabilized around Asher. Artificial respiration. Forced circulation. No neural response. Every lifeless reading tightened something inside my chest.

*** Damian was was sitting on the chair beside me and was clasping my hand while the doctor began explaining my condition. “Though she wasn't smothered completely for her nose wasn't covered, the medical team still thought she had risk for asphyxiation or suffocation. Good thing her blood gases were compensating. Her hypoxemia is already addressed and gases are now normal. There was actually no need for intubation at the time she was rescued. However, she suffered vasovagal syncope after the heightened emotional stress.” “Syncope?” I asked innocently.

How do I even survive this to ask for help? It was slowly draining every strength I had left and breathing was beginning to be trouble.. I'd long given up on breathing normally. I was breathing with my mouth wide open. Stars danced at the edge of eyes, darkness slowly drawing me in, my chest was tight, it was difficult to get air in. Distinctly, I knew I was asphyxiating, panic settled in. I couldn't move anything except my eyes and mouth. I was paralyzed. This was just ten minutes into this place, how the heck am I going to survive three days in here.

Henry flipped the page mechanically, his eyes scanning the text without fully absorbing it. "And more recently," Martins continued, his tone dropping slightly, "there was a near-drowning incident. According to the medical report, she had been in the water for an extended period. Her lungs were severely affected — water aspiration, oxygen deprivation. She's still recovering from the effects of both incidents." Henry's fingers slowed as he turned the pages. Medical terms blurred in front of his eyes like they were written in a language he only half understood. Charts. He felt something twist uncomfortably deep in his chest, something he couldn't quite name.

I landed on my wrist, a sharp stinging pain shot through my hand. Cradling it, Asher ducked in, shutting the door behind me. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly. With my one good hand, I clawed at his arm, desperately hoping for the slightest gulp of air. My attempts did little to no harm at all to him as his fingers tightened around my neck, completely cutting off my air supply. Black dotted my vision and my struggles grew sloppy. I was losing consciousness and Asher didn't seem to care. Was this how I would die? Axel may never think his brother could do such. Slowly, the world around me faded, and all I could see was black.

', the paramedic said over the phone with someone, cold sweat forming on his forehead since he recognised the man who is one of the major share holders of his hospital where he's employed. On reaching near the hospital premises, he was instantly rushed inside the ER with a group of doctors and nurses swarming around his immobile body..'He's suffering Asphyxia!!', one of the doctor's stressed pushing the cotton pad on his injured head as he was pushed inside the ER ward. ...

What was important was Ashton’s belief in me. Taking a deep breath, I began the CPR process, each compression bringing me closer to saving her life or watching her slip away. Then I watched the queen’s face intently, searching for any signs of life. Finally, I saw a slight twitch in her eyelids. Relief flooded over me as she gasped and coughed violently, taking in a much-needed breath of air.

Choking me. "She's aspirating! Turn her on her side—NOW!" Hands rolled me. More pain. Something wet and warm spilling from my mouth. "Suction! I need suction!" *Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Can't—* "Oxygen saturation dropping. Seventy-eight percent." "Get the bag mask ready. If we lose her airway—" *Rosie. Please. Someone tell me Rosie is okay.* "—massive trauma to the liver and stomach—" "—need to get her to surgery in the next ten minutes or—"

The doctor nodded as he flipped through a few pages on his clipboard, steadied his gaze on Asher particularly and began to speak. “Her vitals were unstable when she was brought in. High fever. Rapid pulse. Respiratory distress.” Asher’s brow dipped into a frown as I held my breath. The doctor continued, “We ran a series of tests and what we’re seeing is consistent with water aspiration.” There was complete silence as they all looked at him with confusion written on their faces. Except me and Sonia. “Meaning,” the doctor clarified, “there was a drowning struggle recently. And it appears to have happened in one continuous incident.”

“Ella told Jayden’s council it’s just a cold going around, no big deal.” “Oh, please,” I said, stepping closer, my voice sharp. “Swear you’ll tell me the truth, Sarah, no bullshit.” “Truth only, Ashley,” she said, raising her right hand, her face serious. “Do the sick ones ever gasp for air, like they can’t breathe?” I asked, leaning on a table, my eyes flicking to Zane, who was stable for now. Sarah squinted, thinking. “Yeah, every few days, they choke up, can’t get air.”