A Short Tale : A Tale Of Carina's Tale

Because the PCO2 levels are too high the body is not getting the adequate amount of oxygen. This means the oxygen-carrying hemoglobin is not working properly do to the excessive amounts carbon dioxide causing respiratory acidosis.

“It’s agonizing to think about, let alone, bring up as a topic of conversation. I’m not sure how to describe what it’s like to lose a child.”

Frankie was shocked, and he flipped his head around to stare wide eyed at Lucia. She seemed just as horrified and shocked as he was. He was in a new country far away from his parents, and now he was losing his sister too. Life wasn’t fair. Why did he have to lose his sister? Frankie reached out and pulled Lucia’s arm trying to get her to stay. “Don’t

“ ya … yes, I am! Maybe if you weren’t such an egotistic rat, this wouldn’t have happened. ” George implied.

"Shit, my wife will be home any second. You better get out of here," he said suddenly, pulling the blankets off her almost-naked body. For all of his business-minded ingenuity, she was surprised that he somehow didn't know that even though all escorts had to say they had a "strictly no touching" policy, it usually meant just the opposite. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead as he stammered out, "would you like to, um, lay in bed... lay in bed, that is, with me for a while?"

“It’s always been about him. He’s his golden child and I’m the one they use to try and fill the void. He doesn’t see me, he sees the son he lost.”

“We were a happy family; all very close. I had a great childhood and I remember my parents were so in love.”

Percival took several gulps of ale. "I had no idea. I wouldn't have touched her if I had known she had a husband. Clearly, she was bored and I was her plaything. She lied. She never cared about me at all." He toyed with his tankard. "I didn't love her, but I cared. And there's more."

“I can’t believe she would do that to him, he doesn't deserve that, I feel a real sense of disappointment, I feel as though I have been cheated on. A familiar ache fills my chest. I have felt this way before. On a larger scale, to a more intense degree, of course, but I remember the quality of the pain. You don’t forget

With a heavy heart, the young man, Edmund, smiled grimly. “Well. You tried. And for that, the very least I can do is give you this cake. My wife made it in order to thank you.” “Cake? R..really? No one’s ever given me cake before.” Edmund chuckled. “Well, enjoy it friend, I’ll..be off, I guess. If there’s one thing I want to do before I...I turn into a shell of what I am now, before I lose the emotions needed to love my wife and little boy...it’ll be to spend as much time with them as

“You know you are welcome to stay here forever Birgit don’t you. The boys will be devastated you know, and I too will miss you and our little outings”

“Tha… Thank you.” I was grateful. I just wanted to get away from the party. I never wanted to see Madison’s house ever again. I never wanted to see Mason or my sister. My depression was turning to anger, but I didn’t know which emotion was better. As Keith drove me home I just became angrier at them.

The servants’ entrance was crowded with the bodies of the kitchen workers who had snuck away. It was hard for Merlin to get around them, and he whispered apologies to the ones he stepped on. As he made it to the tapestry that obscured the doorway, he noticed Arthur following him, headphones in place. Merlin hoped he had music playing; he wasn't sure the ear pieces by themselves would block the sound sufficiently if they found the source of the music.

“What do you mean? You don’t know that dude, you might! Don’t doubt yourself!” she declaimed. But at the time, I didn’t know how to take these words to heart.

“Yes.” He nods his head, “clears my mind completely and helps me to see what the right thing to do in the situation is.”