My Oxygen Novels & Stories

Athena My heart raced as I spoke the words, and my lips pursed in hesitation. His eyes glistened with excitement as I accepted the offer, “You've no idea how much relief you brought me. All you need is ready. Please follow me,” he replied hastily as one incapable of containing his excitement. We walked out of the room together. I was blinded by the sheer amount of money involved, and my need for it outweighed any concerns I may have had. He introduced me to a group of active young men in corporate wear. They all had a tobacco stick in their hands as they puffed out air,

"I can see that you're having a conversation, and I respect that, but we need to get you back on oxygen. Your heart rate is elevated and your pulse ox is probably dangerously low." I watched as she efficiently began reconnecting the monitors, her hands sure and steady. Kyle submitted to this with the resigned patience of someone who'd been through the process countless times. "There," she said, clipping the pulse oximeter back onto his finger. "That's better. Your oxygen saturation was at 84 percent—that's not safe, especially with your condition." The small device immediately began beeping in a pattern that sounded more stable than the irregular rhythm I'd been hearing earlier. Kyle's breat

At this time, Mia started to get conscious again as her eyes flickered open softly. "You doing great and we will be at the hospital in no time", the woman assured Mia. Mia grabbed the woman's arm, "Mike, where's Mike, Mike?", Mia asked, truthfully she would feel bad if he died. "Relax ma'am", another parademic said as he carefully placed an oxygen mask over Mia's nose and mouth. The cool rush of oxygen provided immediate relief, and Mia felt her breathing become less labored. He then proceeded to adjust the flow of oxygen to ensure she received just the right amount to help her. With each passing moment, they were getting close to the hospital and Mia was grateful for the people around her a

His name constantly appearing on the screen of my phone with its endless ringing just makes me clutch the steering wheel even harder while tears are streaming wildly down my face, bluring my vision. Thinking back, everything had started off so perfectly with my move to Oxford. How could things change so drastically so fast?

Shaking, I tried to drag myself out of bed, but I was too weak "Dimitri, please bring the oxygen cylinder inside." Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walking towards me. I looked weakly at Dimitri who smiled at me, I grabbed his arm before I fell crashing to the edge of the bed. He helped me lean on the headboard of my bed and then put on an oxygen mask connected to a portable oxygen cylinder. A rush of fresh air instantly filled my suffocating lungs, and slowly the nausea in my stomach faded on its own. "You can breathe already?" asked Dimitri in a soft voice from my side.

His fingers tightened on his trousers, a pent-up rage pulsing within him. “Since that day…” He took a deep breath, trying to push away the sickening memory. “My body rejects the scent of omega pheromones.” My alpha instincts perceive them as a threat. I can't stand them anymore." He finally raised his head, meeting his mother's worried gaze.

"Breathe for me." He does. I listen. Better... the crackle I'd heard last night is significantly reduced, which is what I'd hoped for. Sleep and the oxygen unit had done their work. "Chest tightness?" "Low. Manageable." "Headache?" "Yes." "That's the carbon monoxide processing. It'll pass by midday." I pick up the oxygen unit from the bedside table, check the gauge. "Use this for another hour this morning. Don't push it."

"I understand. But you need to give us space. Please." Marcus pulled me back. Two steps. Just two. I wouldn't give more than two. Grace's chest moved faster now. Visible even from here. Too fast. Working too hard for lungs that hadn't finished developing. Tiny ribs straining under paper-thin skin. The doctor increased the oxygen flow. Numbers on the monitor. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. Still dropping. "Come on," the nurse said under her breath. Willing the numbers up. Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine. Sixty.

The hospital room was dim, the only light coming from the machines that beeped in steady rhythm. Ariel lay motionless on the bed, her skin pale against the white sheets, an oxygen mask covering her fragile face. The steady rise and fall of her chest was the only proof that life still clung to her.

The machine beeped to life and numbers started flashing on the screen. "Heart rate is elevated but stable." Nurse Abby said. "His blood pressure is 128 over 82." Doctor Ken nodded at once and then he placed his stethoscope on Brad's chest and listened carefully. I stood there frozen. Watching and waiting just like Mrs Jasper. "What are the oxygen levels?" Doctor Ken asked. "Ninety-four percent." Another nurse replied. "Good. Let's adjust the oxygen flow slightly. Bring it up to three liters per minute." One of the nurses turned a dial on the oxygen machine and the soft hissing sound increased just a little to what it used to be.