My Oxygen Novels & Stories

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

Jeremy said. I began to shed tears knowing my mom is suffering because I fell in love with an asshole. I could not say anything but listen to them. "Stop crying. Mummy said we should make you laugh so that you can recover quickly. How is your body now?" Selena asked. "I'm fine. Just feeling weak" I responded. "Whoa, what are these machines for? And that thing in your nose?" Selena was too inquisitive about everything. "It's oxygen. It aids my breathing" I responded.

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

“I need you to tell me what’s wrong, Mason. Are you having chest pain? Are you hurting?” “I can’t breathe. I need to see my kids. I need to see my granddaughter.” “Here, let me check your oxygen level. You may need some oxygen.” “I need you to call my kids, Irene!” His voice was pleading more than demanding. She wrestled with him until he allowed her to put the oxygen sensor on his finger and then hit the call button. His oxygen level was perfect. Kiki’s dull voice droned over the intercom. “May I help you?”

He knows and understands me so well. "Okay, the thing is, he isn't an ordinary Omega". I told him and I saw that he doesn't understand what I just said. "How do you mean? I'm confused please explain". He said. "He's a gifted Omega, as in, he has special abilities unlike other Omegas and because of his gifts he's in danger and I need to protect him". I explained. "What gift does he have? and who is he in danger from?". He asked

The doctor said what Theo was actually experiencing, so he took oxygen therapy measures, so that oxygen entered the body more easily and quickly. "What's on Uncle T's face, Mommy?" asked Oracle confused. He watched Theo as Rose did. "It's an oxygen mask. Uncle T needs it to breathe." "Why just Uncle T?" There was no time to answer. The sound of knocking and the door opening caught the attention of the two people there. Someone seemed to be walking slowly towards them.

"Elara, hold t‌he connect⁠o‍r.​ If the se​a⁠l breaks‌ for more than five seconds,‍ his oxygen levels wil‌l plum‌met." My hands were​ shaking again. I grippe‍d t⁠he thick, ribbed plastic of the oxygen l‌i‍ne. It felt sl​ick with conden‌sation. I could feel the vi⁠br⁠ation of the machine—the‌ literal pulse​ o​f Si​las’s life—​p​ulsing a‍gains‌t my palms. ⁠ "Now‍," Pet⁠er breathed. ​

She raised her hand and tightly grabbed Calvert's arm, struggling to utter a word, "Oxy...gen." Due to her heart failure and insufficient blood supply, she was prone to oxygen deprivation in such situations. At this moment, she was in a dangerously hypoxic state and needed oxygen to alleviate it. Upon hearing these two words, Calvert's mind went blank. At the same time, some scattered fragments flashed through his mind so quickly that his head ached. He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his thoughts, then picked up Luana without hesitation and urgently said to Dale beside him, "Get the hotel staff to bring an oxygen tank."

He’s watching me the way a chemist watches a solution reach its flashpoint. "The environmental sensors are redlining, Sarah," Damian says. He gestures toward the wall panel without looking at it. "Carbon dioxide levels are stable, but the oxygen saturation in this room just dropped twelve percent in thirty seconds. Where did it go, Julian?" Julian shakes so hard his spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose. "I... I don't know. A leak in the ventilation? A chemical fire in the—" "There is no fire," Damian cuts him off. He turns from the glass and walks toward a recessed cabinet. He moves with a heavy, slow precision that makes the thinning air feel even more oppressive. He pulls out a med

There was an oxygen mask over his face now, machines beeping in uneven rhythm. James cursed under his breath. “Damn it… his blood pressure’s dropping fast. He’s losing more than we’re giving him.” “What does he need?” I forced out. “Blood,” James replied, his tone clipped. “A lot of it. And soon. He’s O-negative, right?” I froze. “Yes.” James looked up at me, eyes narrowing. “That’s what I thought. His blood type is rare, Alex. We don’t have enough of it in the hospital storage. I already had the emergency unit bring what they could, but it won’t be enough to keep him stable for long.”