My Oxygen Novels & Stories

"He's still in state of coma. To tell you the truth,the chances of him getting up from there are very slim and time is no longer on our side." Nina's eyes widened. "Doctor? What do you mean?" "What I mean is that,that bed with the oxygen he's using is taking too long. We have other Oxygen though but that one we are using on him is one of the best." The doctor stated. "I don't understand doctor. What are you saying?" Nina asked. "We have to remove it from him..." "No!" Nina snapped and got up on her feet. "We do pay for the oxygen, right? Do you even know who that guy is? How important he is?!!" Nina screamed at the doctor.

that overloaded the system. Above us, the moon flared. It turned from a dull purple to a blinding, incandescent white. The warehouse shook. The mechanical hum of the pods changed to a high-pitched scream. **[SYSTEM OVERLOAD]** **[EMERGENCY VENTING INITIATED]** A blast of warm air hit us. It smelled of ozone and ancient dust, but it was **Oxygen**. A hidden reserve, triggered by the system’s failure, began to flood the room.

I began to gasp for air, opening my mouth and seeking for air. My mum hurriedly went to get the doctor that was on his night shift, he immediately put me on oxygen, using a non- rebreather mask. "Madam I'm sorry but you will have to leave the room for a while" the doctor instructed my mum while he went to get a nurse.

I endure the pain clenching my teeth and head down the stairs as fast as I can. Once we're out of the house, I stumble a few steps forward before I fall to my knees on the grass. Kirill comes running towards me and hands me a small portable oxygen tank. I put it over Victoria's mouth and nose, and wait for what seems like forever for her to regain consciousness. I’m overcome with terror by the idea that she might not wake up, it is a new sensation for me and I don’t like it. My family slowly gets to where we are and form a circle around us.

My eyes widened and I backed away from me, he followed me with confused eyes. "No, no no no no!" I repeated while putting even more space between us. I tripped and scraped up my palms. "No! It's illegal to be with me are you stupid? I'm an Omega!" I stumbled to my feet and spun to run away from him. Tripping again his arm wound around my waist and he yanked me off the floor. I stared up at the sky with watery eyes.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Nina assured me she would be here to provide support and help in whatever way she could. I entered the ward and found Ocean on the bed, with the breathing mask on his face connected to the oxygen tank on the right side. His face looked so pale, and his lips were dry. His lashes were shut, and the heart monitor, which had multiple wires connected to his heart, beeped steadily. My heart clenched from unexplainable pain and sorrow, and my lips trembled a little. I felt weak all over my body at the unconscious sight of him, and guilt ate me up for how reckless I had been with my precious son. I wiped the tears that burnt my skin away and stepped towards his bed on trembling legs.

"We're... we're going to... die down here..." "No, we aren't," Ethan growled, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying promise. "I am getting you out of this room." "WARNING. OXYGEN LEVELS AT THIRTY-FIVE PERCENT. CRITICAL HYPOXIA IMMINENT." Ethan’s chest burned like liquid fire as he inhaled a lungful of the thin, oxygen-deprived air. His vision swam with tiny black spots, but he forced his body forward on pure, unadulterated adrenaline.

I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I pushed through the door. Inside the room, the atmosphere was heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptics and the rhythmic beeping of machines. The sight of Alex lying unconscious sent a fresh wave of emotions crashing over me. An oxygen tube connected to his nose, and a series of monitors beeped steadily beside him, tracking his vitals.

The cool air stung my lungs, but I obeyed, forcing my body to comply. "Check her oxygen levels," the doctor instructed. A nurse pressed a small device onto my fingertip. A red light flickered, numbers shifting on the screen. "Blood oxygen is stabilizing," the nurse confirmed. "Good. Keep her on low-flow oxygen, just in case." A mask was placed gently over my nose. Oxygen trickled in—light, cool, grounding. My fingers twitched, testing movement. I was weak, but not broken. "ECG?" The doctor turned to another nurse.