Novel & Cerita My Oxygen

He pointed out before continuing his scientific explanation. “In wounds where oxygenation is not restored, healing is impaired. Although there is oxygen produced from the bathtub’s hot water, it behaves differently from the other respiratory gases. For a gas mixture in contact with liquid, the partial pressure of water vapor depends on temperature. Atmospheric gas is usually cooler than body temperature and is rarely 100% saturated. Inspired gas is warmed to body temperature and humidified to full saturation with water vapor in the respiratory system. Of this total, only 21% is oxygen. 78% is nitrogen and the remaining 1% is other gases.

Why do I still have this disease? "Better go home soon, or else I'll pass out and risk someone knowing my identity," I thought, starting to walk quickly and planning to do another boring ritual like a nebulizer or something. However, I didn't expect that today something different would happen, and instead of going to get oxygen, I saw her coming out of that dog’ house, running in tears, and when she hits my chest… I can breath. Alexa makes me breathe like oxygen. "Ni—Nicholas?"

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.

the lead medic ordered, shoving Raymond aside. They pressed the clear plastic mask over Daniel’s face, turning the valve on the portable tank. The sharp, loud hiss of pure oxygen filled the quiet room. Irene watched through her tears as Daniel’s chest gave a massive, violent heave, greedily drawing the oxygen into his starved lungs. The fog in his dark eyes slowly began to clear, his gaze wandering unfocused across the ceiling before finally landing on the broken plastic legs of the toy tarantula on the floor. The medics checked his pulse, their expressions gradually softening. “His heart rate is stabilizing. The panic loop is breaking. Keep the mask on for five more minutes, Mr. Blackwood.”

one demanded. The doctor, his face contorted in pain, reached up to grasp at his own neck. "The oxygen... it has run out," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "The air is toxic now, if we keep breathing it, we are all going to die in a matter of minutes." Hearing those words, I rushed to my feet, my gaze sweeping the room until it settled on James's body. Without hesitation, I ran to his side, yanking down the oxygen mask covering his face.

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.

The oxygen in the atmosphere became limited, and I struggled to breathe as I felt my whole world crumble. God, please, no!

I pointed a few switches. “As the labels say,” he informed seriously. His tone and look said that he was very serious and this part of the tour was not to be taken lightly. “Light switch will turn on the lights. The air switch will release oxygen into the tank. The monitor here will display the oxygen level and it will be replenished three times,” he spoke thoughtfully. “How many hours of oxygen does it contain in total?” I asked. “Twelve hours for one person and it needs to be divided as per the number of people,” he informed.