An Asphyxiating Life Novels & Stories

Am I dying? Asphyxiation began to paralyze my senses. I lay on the floor looking at the sky, with the last strength to say a word, "I'm sorry."

He thought she would get through this soon unfortunately of what Justin had told him. He feared greatly. She was in the fire for so long and inhaled too much smoke which caused the airways and lungs to be blocked and swollen hence preventing oxygen from entering the bloodstream, at the same time she suffered from asphyxiation "P...please save her...she...tell me she'll be okay...sobs...sobs...I want her here" Alexis broke into tears as she fisted Maverick's doctor coat tightly in her hands. She didn't want to feel the way she was feeling. It was too much for her. Her friend didn't deserve such pain

I struggle to breathe as I try to get away. I claw at Willow’s hands, trying to take it off my throat but she increased the pressure. It was getting difficult to keep my eyes open. My throat burns from the pressure, and I can feel my soul about to slip from my body. My lungs aren't able to take in any air, and my eyelids drop of their own accord, darkness surrounding me. I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. Just as I'm giving up hope, the pressure on my neck is suddenly removed. My eyes shoot open, and I cough heavily. I massage my throat and look for the person who saved me. Ashton standing a few feet away from me with Willow on the floor beside him. He must have pulled her off me.

another queried, the confusion evident. A pall of concern descended upon the scene. Andrei, his heart in his throat, swiftly knelt beside Asa. Gently cradling her in his arms, he whispered her name, hoping against hope that she would respond. The cool touch of her skin and her unresponsive state made it evident that she needed immediate medical aid.

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.

Had he been conscious, the sound of the glass shattering would have sent any wolf into a defensive shift. At the medical wing, after a frantic series of scans, Dr. Daniel Harris stepped out. "He collapsed from acute hypoxia—lack of oxygen. You pulled him from that cabin just in time. He isn’t in immediate danger of crossing the veil, but he needs absolute stillness. He’ll recover when his body decides to wake." "How does an Alpha end up suffocating in his own transport? Did the scans show a toxin or a breach?" I demanded, pacing the sterile room.

The machine had reached its definitive termination state. "Miller," Jeremy barked into his shoulder mic, his hand remaining pressed against my right side to stabilize the fractured ribs. "The target is secured by local field assets. We need an advanced life support unit at Pier 42 immediately. Ambrose is showing signs of acute respiratory distress and potential internal hemorrhaging."

She thought she was going to pass out at any second. His hands had gripped her throat hard and he didn't even flinch on wanting to end her life. Rose's eyes were widely open and tears squeezed out as her lungs continued to desperately grasp for the air. Despite the air fully surrounding her, she couldn't inhale any of it because of her closed throat. She was close to giving up as everything in front of her was getting hazy and blurry.

“Dude wake up and breathe!” Frank stepped forward once more, his hands shaking. “Try compression. Try anything please.” While counting silently Ashton started to apply pressure to Ethan’s chest. “One. Two. Three.” He forced air into Ethan's mouth. Again and again. Nothing. Frank's eyes were filled with tears. “This is not happening. He cannot die!” However, Ethan's body was now cold. His lips were now blue. His hands were lifeless and limbless. Leaning over, Ashton muttered, “ Please. Don't die. You're needed. You are important to us.”