My Oxygen Novelas e Histórias

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.

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.

The energy felt warm and soothing, as if surrounding Connie with love and support. They hoped this energy would seep into Connie, helping to relieve tension and facilitate her recovery. In that moment, all their hopes and good intentions focused on one point, creating a positive aura that supported Connie's journey toward consciousness. This moment, filled with hope and strength, symbolized their unity in facing challenges. Connie's body began to respond to the energy shot given by the four alphas surrounding her. The gentle light flowing into her body seemed to vibrate softly, as if penetrating every cell. Subtle movements in her fingers and changes in her breathing ignited hope in their he

“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.

Obviously, he would reprimand her for standing when she was just waking up too, but he gestured to him to not say anything about it. The doctor went closer to Ryan and removed the oxygen after he had confirmed that he could breathe on his own. The moment the oxygen was removed, Ryan sat up and faced Lexi, "How are you, Lexi? How do you feel? Where is Isabelle? I hope she's fine too," he said, ignoring the destructive looks he was getting from his mother and sister.

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."

Naomi couldn’t make her legs move. The pathology lab felt smaller, the air heavier, the fluorescent lights buzzing louder against her skull. Leonard’s words kept circling, refusing to land anywhere safe. “They’re getting oxygen,” he had said, voice low. “Their bodies just… aren’t using it.”