7 Patients Novels & Stories

“It is fine, we didn’t discuss my visit today. If you may, I would like to go see the patients now.” “Please,” he said and led the way, and I followed him closely. There were about sixty-five to eighty patients in the infirmary, not quite the number I was expecting but, it was still too much of a number. Seven people falling ill at the same time in a pack was too much and seventy, was a crowd.

"Please, just help me get a message to him. Whether he lets me in or not is up to him. If anyone gives you trouble, I'll take responsibility." These days, five pounds of rice was hard for anyone to turn down. The guard hesitated, then finally agreed to risk a reprimand and contacted someone inside for her. Half an hour later, an assistant in protective gear came out and led them inside. The research institute wasn't large to begin with, and now, it had taken in more than a hundred patients at once. They were divided into groups based on severity, from asymptomatic and mild cases to severe and critical ones. Every makeshift ward was full, and patients even lined the hallways.

“We currently have ten patients under medication and will be discharged within the next few days. However, we have three serious cases. One needs surgery for a broken nose and jaw, while the other two have to be admitted to the ICU for sudden and simultaneous muscle weakness and – ” The doctor said while flipping the document on her hand as the representative tilted her head slightly to the side to see the procedure done towards the patients. “ – multiple exhibits of raging pheromones.” She glanced over at Jessica who subtly nodded then the vague and quick frowning of her eyebrows. “Do one of them have pups?” “All three serious cases have pups and it's their first litter. While four of the t

“But it does make people nervous.” I pulled into traffic, my jaw tightening. “And how many casualties?” “Four were confirmed dead, twelve critical patients and more are still being admitted.” I said nothing. “And her?” Darius asked carefully. I knew who he meant. “She was breathing when they took her,” I said. “Barely.” Silence stretched between us for a second. “Do you want me at the hospital?” he asked. “Yes,” I said immediately. “Meet me there.” “On my way.”

Seven days is not a long time. It is, in fact, an extremely specific amount of time in which a person can: - Transfer their entire physical therapy care to a clinic in a different neighbourhood - Tell only one person (Sophie), the real reason - Have seven entire Sophie phone calls about it - Delete the text thread with -A and then restore it - Restore the thread, screenshot it, save the screenshot in a folder labelled DO NOT OPEN AGAIN, and then open the folder eleven times

"Mr. Dillon, the patient in Bed No.5 is having difficulty with breathing, and—" "The patient in Bed No.7 is coughing up blood!" "Mr. Dillon, the patient in Bed No.15 isn't going to make it." Luther listened to the nurses' reports and felt his heart aching. Each one was a life slipping away. "Do everything you can to care for each patient!" And so everyone worked frantically, not taking a single sip of water or bite of food. At the highway entrance, several special vehicles slowly drove into Grindham. Everyone inside the cars had already put on protective suits.

Guards were doubled at every entry point, and no one was allowed to come into close contact with another. Fear had already taken root. The moment the pack members saw me, hope flared in their expressions, and it settled heavily in my chest. I couldn’t afford to fail them. Their Alpha approached quickly, his posture rigid despite the strain showing beneath it. “Your Highness.” “Update,” I demanded. “Twenty confirmed. Seven more showing early signs. Three are dead.” I gave a single nod. “Take me to them.” He led us straight to the infirmary. Inside, one doctor and three nurses moved frantically between beds, doing what little they could.

He was concerned about his patients, so he hurried down to the lab, and that is when he heard the racing heartbeat monitor. He believed that only one of the seven women had awakened, little did he expect to see when he arrived at the lab that six patients were sitting upon their beds and was looking at the center bed. “Ladies, I am sorry to be late, was in the middle of a meeting,” he said in English to them. “It is fine, check our queen,” the patient on the bed upon entry said.

She quickly rushed out and brings out the keys. She opened the door. Four nurses and gen rushed in. “We have two patients at hand,” I said. “Where is the one who needs gen?” one of them said. “Come with me,” I said as I lead the way. The twins must have known what happened to Steve

Liam paused for a moment, looking at Fabian. "Yes, the one lying in the farthest bed." Fabian pointed to the ICU room ahead, gesturing toward a bed to the side. Since Liam had not closed the ICU door when he came out, even though they could not see the numbers on the monitors clearly, the situation inside the ward was evident to the patients' families. Seven patients, each covered with cooling blankets, lay motionless on their beds. Their skin, which used to be flushed red, was now pale, as if all life had drained from them!