Ava Bekker Chicago Med Novels & Stories

Becky walked in quick steps. It was getting dark. She had spent the whole day studying in preparation for her end of semester exams which were scheduled to be held the following day. She was doing quite well in her studies. This was her second year at the Kenya Medical Training College(KMTC) Kericho campus. There would be a third and a final year. She had deferred her studies by a year when she was pregnant. Now she was back and ready to go.

“Have the police been involved?” “They were called to the scene, but they left shortly after they spoke to the professor. It seems they ruled it as a freak accident.” “Something like this isn’t a freak accident,” the nurse hissed. I decided to make himself known to them before they discussed this matter any further. I loudly cleared my throat, startling them. “Alpha Ashton,” one of the doctors said, straightening his stance. “We didn’t see you there.” “I’m inquiring about a student of mine… Becca,” I said, staring around their paling faces. They all looked at one another before turning back to me. “She’s your student?” One of the doctors asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Connie said firmly, glancing over at me. I hadn’t told them that I already confronted the bastard that did this; it would only bring them both worry. I didn’t want to add to any stress. I heard some talking in the halls from a couple of doctors and nurses; it sounded like they were talking about electrocution. At that point, I remembered my student, Becca, was currently at this hospital. “Excuse me for a minute,” I said, dismissing myself as I slipped into the halls. “I had never seen an electrocution accident this severe before. She’s lucky to be alive,” one of the doctors said in a hushed whisper.

Beck left her father’s office with her mind still occupied but determined to focus on work. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, she walked straight in, passing by the receptionist—who was a friend of Lídia’s—and gave her a friendly smile. In her office, she saw the patient files neatly organized on her desk and put on her white coat, taking a deep breath as she glanced at the clock. She still had some time before her next appointment and decided to grab a coffee in the break room.

Moreover, I wanted to leave quickly. “No, let her rest. She just got back, questioning can only happen after she has settled.” Reid placed his hand on my chest and pulled me backward a little. I glared at him but reasoned what he had said. Becca was pregnant and then she looked rough. I wonder if she was even given good food. Erica is so dead in my hands. Certainly, she is behind everything. “Fine.” I raised my hands in the air and Alexander turned to me. “Thank you,” he muttered before going to his bed and then he laid Becca on there before I saw his eyes go white; he was mind linking someone probably to come to take care of Becca.

"Cause if you are...then I understand. I totally understand. But I'm a friend of 'Mrs. Beckett.' though. Here's my ID, we share the same surname. Family. Okay? You have nothing to worry about." "Well..." she looked at my ID, skeptical. Still skeptical, but then she said. "I want to help sir, but... Mrs. Serena Beckett really isn't here. She got checked out after the accident and is now being treated at the Morris Clinic 6 blocks from here. Mr Beckett's assistant- "Woah, hold on." I cut her off, confused. Laughing lightly. "What? Can you...can you repeat that?" "I said Mrs.Serena Beck-

I said, rolling my eyes as I stepped back into my room. “Sorry about that El. I was in the ER when you called. How are you doing?” Becky asked. Her voice bore tired strains. “Well, everything has been fucking chaotic as usual and I had something I wanted to ask you.” I replied. I had to hurry so I would not keep my father waiting for long. “And what could that be?” Becky asked. “Well, remember that nerd Kamille was friends with back in college. I heard she later became a doctor. Do you by any chance remember her name or know where she works or just anything at all on her. Do you?” I said quickly.

Beverly Carington "You what?!" Becca asked me in disbelief. "I will move to LA for 1 year." "I can't believe he's that evil." "I cursed him and now God cursed me. It's crazy that he found me all the time." "Don't you think it's time for you to.. you know.. take a rest from this sinful job and have a little life a little?" "What life? I'm dealing with a psychopath." I rolled my eyes.

"Or perhaps it's because she wasn't willing to marry him. She doesn't live here, but in Everport." Seeing Beverly's distress, she added, "Chief Bronson visited her even after he registered his marriage with you." Beverly looked stunned. Hearing Harold and Esther's cheers, she turned toward the manor's entrance. They were chatting and laughing with James. The moment she looked over, her eyes met James' as he glanced back. "Is she an exceptionally remarkable woman?" Beverly asked in a lowered voice. "Yes," Jessica answered. When she saw Beverly's expression darken with sadness, she emphasized, "She's a renowned cardiothoracic specialist in Everport."