My Oxygen Novels & Stories

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

in bold letters. Kim opened the door. Revealed the room beyond. Monica was inside a cage. A literal metal cage like something from a zoo. She was sitting on the floor. Barely moving. She looked half-dead already. The room had reduced oxygen levels. Not enough to kill. But enough to make breathing difficult. Enough to make every breath a struggle. Enough to weaken the body and mind. Kim pressed a button on a remote control. The cage started moving. Motorized wheels underneath carrying it forward. Out of the low oxygen room. Into the hallway where the air was normal.

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.”

– He questioned him. - This occurs in complete darkness; do you still lie on the balcony? – He questioned him. - And an oxygen treatment taking advantage of the air and the smell of chocolate. – He said, seeing the hesitant man. - You don't know, the air is exceptionally good here, it's part of the regulation. – Being that this is close to spas, there is an abundance of stifling air coming out of the purple ones, the countless stifling air treatments, it is always done at ten. - He said.

My eyes widened as I realized something. The density and amount of oxygen did not matter. Sarah won't accept synthetic oxygen. Does it mean... Sarah can only live with natural oxygen?

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

I say nodding towards Desert and bring you home safe because we are nothing without our other halves" Sky frowns for a moment before saying "You only came to get me because of the prophecy?" "No my love I came because the mate connection pulled because from the moment I saw you on the t.v screen my life was pointless because I'm nothing without you", I whisper looking into her eyes until Desert pulls me back into the conversation "So the war is now?" "I don't know, Ocean is talking to Mac, seeing what he can find out, Ocean forgot to ring our father back and it's unusual for mom not to be blowing up our phones because we haven't checked in, but don't worry we will keep you safe"

The air in the laboratory became very heavy. It was not the kind of heat you feel from the sun. It was the feeling of a machine that was stopping. Maya looked at the computer screen near the door. The numbers were dropping fast. * 100%. * 95%. * 90%. That was the amount of oxygen in the warehouses. Thousands of people were sleeping in those glass boxes. If the oxygen reached zero they would all die. "Benson stop this now!" Maya screamed at the security camera. Her voice was rough. Her throat felt like it was on fire because of the gold liquid she had swallowed earlier.

Oxygen is sucked from my lungs, color is sucked from the room. The only color I see. Is red. Red. Red. On my fingers. I see red.

"It will be just fine out there until tomorrow." Michael sank onto the sofa and turned on the oxygen that was tucked away out of sight, placing the cannula in his nose and taking a deep breath. Maggie watched with concern. "Are you okay? Was that too much?" He waved a hand toward her. "Nah, just got a little winded, that's all." Maggie seemed unconvinced. "Tell you what, let me catch my breath for a second. I'd really like to go for a ride."