Day 248, Red, missed

Increments of dismembered breath are channelled at a rate guaranteed not to exceed that which could trigger cell-exploitation.

The skilled life-enhancement operative waves a breezy hand over the controls, "would you like to try it?"

The procedure or the control?  But before I'm able to make the weak utterance my silence is answered.

"You can control the flow rate, there is no danger as I have activated the regulator.  Just keep the dial at around 1.5, the Venturi prevents wild variation."

I was still slightly uneasy after the journey to the hospital, I'd hit a dog in the car.  Only lightly hit.  But I had had to go back to make sure.

Being a medical journalist specialising in new technology meant I was regularly put in the position where I could take a tour of new equipment, and often operate controls.  This didn't usually occur with a real patient, but there was little risk due to protection measures in place.

I was keeping focussed on the task in hand, the headache wasn't affecting me too much.  I really should see the doctor about that, it's been two weeks and it is becoming more intrusive.

The patient was making a slight wheezing sound, rather like that of the dog.

There was a light shining around the operative, a rich red.  Perhaps it was another piece of equipment causing a reflection.  It reminded me of something I'd seen earlier in the car.

I put my finger over the Venturi balance hole, the number on the dial started to slowly climb.

The redness of the room increased.

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