My Oxygen Novels & Stories

"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

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.

"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.

Obviously, he would reprimand her for standing when she was just waking up too, but he gestured to him to not say anything about it. The doctor went closer to Ryan and removed the oxygen after he had confirmed that he could breathe on his own. The moment the oxygen was removed, Ryan sat up and faced Lexi, "How are you, Lexi? How do you feel? Where is Isabelle? I hope she's fine too," he said, ignoring the destructive looks he was getting from his mother and sister.

he warned me about Diya, considering her past health ailments. "Yeah doctor," I answered. "I might get busy, but from now, I will be only one call away," he spoke in a soft tone. "Thank You," I nodded. "And yeah, one more thing," the doctor spoke, immediately. "Yes?" I attentively listened. "Purchase an oximeter and track their oxygen levels from time to time. There are certain cases where the patient seems to be asymptomatic, but then, out of nowhere, their oxygen level drops rapidly," he told me.

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

The rhythmic beats emanating from the machine echoed the palpitations of his heart, a synchronization of life forces that transcended the mundane. In that pulse, he found a testament to the extraordinary. The oximeter's display danced with vitality, announcing Olga's continued existence in a symphony of numbers and blips. She had traversed the boundaries between life and the unknown, returning from a place where whispers of mortality dared to tread.

I didn’t want trouble over a simple errand. When I opened the front door of the modern mansion, the living room was completely quiet. No barking, no litter box, no food bowls, no leashes—nothing you’d expect for a pet. A neatly dressed woman stood near the sofa, looking tense, as if she’d been waiting for me. I paused politely. “Hi, I’m with the errand service here to feed Mimi. Where’s the pet?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. She wore a Bluetooth earpiece, and someone was clearly talking to her on the other end.

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.