7 Patients Novels & Stories

He said. It was as if he was a completely changed person now. There were no grunts or light smiles, just deadpan and his tone was heavy. We walked down the hall. There were thirteen patients here and a few rooms were empty. There were several doctors and nurses walking around, I noticed they each had a badge and their lab coats were dark grey. I guess only some people can come here. "Do the patients often get better?" I asked quietly. "About one in twenty." He said quietly as he held out a grey coat.

– The commissioner of Golden City questioned him. - The 14 hospitalizations were made 1 week after a business meeting I attended, these 14 people are 7 men, 7 women and all of them are entrepreneurs from Golden City who are ahead of their business, they are colleagues and business partners, none of them demonstrated when they talked to me that they had some abnormality. - Ryujin said. - He may have changed, he may have had a fall. – The Commissioner of Golden City said.

But the first report made me pause mid-sip, my attention sharpening as I read details that suggested something far more serious than corporate rivalry. "Charlie," I said, my voice carrying a note of concern as I scanned the preliminary safety data, "these adverse event reports from Pills Pharmaceuticals' trial participants—how many patients are we talking about?" "Initial reports suggest approximately forty patients across three trial sites," he replied, his tone taking on the careful precision he used when delivering information that would require decisive action. "The symptoms began manifesting within seventy-two hours of treatment initiation."

Turning his back to the door of Erick's room, which Nathan had been paying attention to, the man reached for his cell phone in the pocket of the white coat he was wearing, and quickly put it to his ear. "How?" “Secure accidents, Doc. A total of 6 patients were brought here." God—this is going to be a long treatment. "I'm going there now." *** After almost 3 hours of treatment, including emergency patients who had to be operated on, Nathan was finally able to take a breather from the tired situation in the ER. The man's mind was only focused on the patients and the cases his patients were experiencing and didn't have time to think about anything else.

“Have you got the tabulation?” Max nodded. “The dog shed initially had twenty-two members. In this battle, six died, leaving sixteen people. The remaining sixteen people are all wounded, with many sustaining heavy injuries. However, with their body constitutions and Boss, your medicine, all of them will make a full recovery. It’s only Martin’s severed left arm that we can’t reconnect. We couldn’t take care of that here, so I got someone to send him to the hospital.” “Okay.” Tyr nodded slightly.

“If you’ve checked with all of these folks, then let’s try the hospital you spoke of.” “Very well,” he consented. “I do believe they are being very careful not to disturb the patients, however. Rumor has it that a few of those in the worst shape have already expired since they were brought aboard.” Jonathan asked a member of the Carpathia crew which way to the hospital, and while he was willing to give them directions, he said, “There are only a few male patients there and one female. Crowds of people looking for their lost loved ones are trying to get a glimpse of who might be inside, but the medical crew is being very protective of the patients.”

Symptoms that should have eased were intensifying. And in my absence it had only gotten worse. Sariah had told me this morning that seven more patients had died in the past week. All of them had been on the standard treatment protocol. All of them should have survived. “How many do we have left in critical condition?” I asked without looking up from my laptop. “Twenty two.” Sariah set the bottle down and reached for another one. “Maybe twenty three depending on how the Lawson boy does tonight.” I closed my eyes for a second and tried not to think about the fact that we were losing this fight.

There are three patients. A guard with a chest wound that closed wrong and has been refusing to heal for six weeks. A kitchen woman with a fever that broke ten days ago and left something damaged behind it that her body cannot seem to correct. An elderly steward whose heart has been failing slowly, a process that is not sudden or dramatic but is certain.

I could not sleep all night. After finally drifting off, the intercom broadcast rang out again at dawn. “Ding-dong! It’s voting time. All patients, please gather at the church on the first floor within ten minutes!” At the command, everyone once again filed into the church in perfect unison. This time, an LED screen had been installed inside the church, displaying the photos and names of all forty patients. Three of them were already eliminated. Their portraits were marked with an [OUT] label.

His masculine frame was enclosed in thick sweaters. "We all know why we've gathered here." He continued, his voice carrying through the cold air. "Over there at the counter..." he said, pointing toward a structure at the end of a long path. "Some of us already know, but for those who don't…we have about 1000 patients." A murmur spread through the air at that. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. 1000 was a lot. I groaned under my breath. "This includes wolves from four different packs that have been affected so far. They were moved yesterday. It took a lot of