My Oxygen の小説・ストーリー

Instead, she sets them on the bedside table with a sharp click. "Fine. But when you're in pain later, don't blame me." She leaves in a huff, and I wait until I hear her go into the kitchen before examining the pills more closely. The three I recognize, the three mystery ones I've been hiding, and the new white pill. I pick it up carefully and turn it over in my palm. There are letters stamped on one side: "OXY 80." My blood turns to ice. Oxycodone. Eighty milligrams. That's enough to knock out a horse, maybe even kill someone who isn't used to opiates. Combined with the other drugs she's been giving me, it could easily cause respiratory failure.

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.

he yelled. I looked at the ground, as I realized he was telling the truth. I nodded and he went inside. After some time, suddenly he called the nurse and the doctor. I ran inside too. “Gosh, Doctor, she isn’t getting the oxygen, please fast!!” Alex yelled. I looked at her as she was breathing heavily. The nurses were doing their work, and doctors theirs, but nothing seemed to work. “We… We think her body is not accepting Oxygen” the doc said.

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 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.

"Jack is doing a little better than Micheal, but considering their premature and traumatic birth, they are both doing remarkably well. Tomorrow, if Jack is still doing well, I would like to lower the oxygen level and move him to a nasal cannula." Pandora frowned, unsure of what that meant. Benjamin clasped her hand, making her turn to him. "That means he will have a pair of small prongs to deliver extra oxygen through the nostrils. This is a good thing. It means he doesn't need the extra pressure to keep his lungs open, but still needs a little extra oxygen to maintain sufficient oxygen levels in his bloodstream."

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.

The equipment covering my nose and mouth pushing air into my nose even though I could breath by myself. What happened?, I thought, Why am I in the hospital? I heard whimpering sounds and I made to turn as the beepings picked up a different time and Lanie's teary eyes met mine in panic and surprise. "Dalia", Lanie exclaimed, "You're awake". "Do you need anything? Are you okay?" I pointed to the equipment covering my mouth, my eyes asking as it rounded. "Oh". "That's for oxygen, D. You were in a fire and before they could get to you, you weren't breathing properly and your oxygen level was below low", Lanie explained