My Oxygen Novels & Stories

I tried to return that favor but Trei already blocked my view from my brother. A moment later and Skyr was at my side again and set up the oxygen tank beside the bed. “This is the water plant-based oxygen like the ones in Atlantis. This should do for now to help stabilize your breathing. Let’s just hope that your body will do the rest of the healing process.” Skyr grabbed the tube and inserted it in my nose. “I know it doesn’t feel comfortable but it will help you recover quickly.” Skyr moved back to probably check my vitals on the screen.

he added and my heart melted. "I can only be happy when you are." I replied honestly. His eyes shined as he looked at me. "Baby, with you in my arms, how could I be anything but overjoyed?" he answered. He held me tight as we watched our children play on the lawn, with our pack working and relaxing around them. He looked down at me with eyes filled with pure love. "I'm so lucky to have been blessed with you. I may be an Alpha but I would be nothing without my true Omega."

Even the bond was nothing but a frayed wire sparking in the dark. I tried to sit up, and my head spun. I failed to notice the lightness that came when I breathed. My lungs felt like they had been filled with wet cement that had finally hardened. A thin, clear tube was hooked to my nose. It hissed with the steady rhythm of medical-grade oxygen. It was a human sound, a beautiful yet artificial sound. "Don't," a voice rumbled from the corner.

He paused for a moment, but not long enough so that Kathy could answer. “They develop hypoxia. It is a condition where there is not enough oxygen in the blood to meet your body’s needs. If this happens for too long, it can very quickly start shutting down your major organs, like your lungs, liver, heart and brain and then you die. Is that how you want this to go? Your Oxygen levels dropped to 82% percent when we tried to take you off it this morning at your request. We consider a patient emergent at 88. You were 6 percent lower than that, and your skin is a little grey, these are not good things, Kathy. Now it won’t be tomorrow, but we will get you out of here as soon as we can but only if y

he suggested, offering a compromise that eased my restlessness. I nodded gratefully, appreciating his effort to find a solution that balanced my health needs with my longing for a change of scenery. "Aria is also playing outside, so you can join her and get some sunlight," he added, knowing that being around our daughter would lift my spirits even more. "But first, let me get you a portable oxygen tank, just to be safe," he said, showing his concern for my well-being. "All so careful," I replied, touched by his thoughtfulness and consideration for my health.

He added and my heart melted. "I can only be happy when you are." I replied honestly. His eyes shined as he looked at me. "Baby, with you in my arms, how could I be anything but overjoyed?" He answered. He held me tight as we watched our children play on the lawn, with our pack working and relaxing around them. He looked down at me with eyes filled with pure love. "I'm so lucky to have been blessed with you. I may be an Alpha but I would be nothing without my true Omega."

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.

[The Oxygen of Truth] The silence in the room was no longer the soft, intimate hush of lovers; it was the heavy, suffocating weight of a tomb. The red light from the console bled onto Jinyan’s face, turning his amber eyes into pools of molten, desperate fire. I could feel the oxygen thinning—not just as a physical sensation of lightheadedness, but as a jagged panic in our shared link. He had initiated the Stasis Protocol. He had chosen to freeze time itself rather than risk a world where I was taken from him.

"If we can extend the duration of the breathable environment, we may be able to provide temporary relief to affected populations while our researchers continue searching for a permanent solution." The reporter returned to the screen. "Public testing of the technology is expected to begin tomorrow." For the first time in weeks, the television wasn't showing another death count, another hospital shortage or another government warning. It was showing people breathing. Without Ox-Co. Even if it was only for an hour. Naomi slowly set the crackers down. Then the banner appeared again across the bottom of the screen. OXYGEN CRISIS: BREAKTHROUGH OR TEMPORARY FIX? She stared at it, her mind already r

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?" "Fuck…"