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Do something; he thought; feeling a surge of panic。
But there was nothing he could do。 He was locked in the upper chamber of D Cyl。 He could not get out。 Beth had control of the entire facility; and she knew how to run the life…support systems。 She had shut off his power; she had shut off his heat; and now she had shut off his air。 He was trapped。
As the pressure fell; the sealed specimen bottles exploded like bombs; shooting fragments of glass across the room。 He ducked under the blankets; feeling the glass rip and tug at the cloth。 Breathing was harder now。 At first he thought it was tension; and then he realized that the air was thinner。 He would lose consciousness soon。
Do something。
He couldn't seem to catch his breath。
Do something。
But all he could think about was breathing。 He needed air; needed oxygen。 Then he thought of the first…aid cabinet。 Wasn't there emergency oxygen in the cabinet? He wasn't sure。 He seemed to remember。 。。。 As he got up; another specimen bottle exploded; and he twisted away from the flying glass。
He was gasping for breath; chest heaving。 He started to see gray spots before his eyes。
He fumbled in the darkness; looking for the cabinet; his hands moving along the wall。 He touched a cylinder。 Oxygen? No; too large…it must be the fire extinguisher。 Where was the cabinet? His hands moved along the wall。 Where?
He felt the metal case; the embossed cover with the raised cross。 He pulled it open; thrust his hands inside。
More spots swam before his eyes。 There wasn't much time。 His fingers touched small bottles; soft bandage packs。 ''324'' There was no air bottle。 Damn! The bottles fell to the floor; and then something large and heavy landed on his foot with a thud。 He bent