Barnes Crossing Urgent Care Novels & Stories

Barnes. "He's doing great," the doctor replied. "His vitals are good, his physio excellent. We're about to run some base test on him now if you care to join us." "Of course." Dennis signaled to Megan to walk with them. At this point, Megan was confused again, which was really saying something because nothing had made sense since she left her house that morning. But the thing was that tests, diagnosis, and "subject" discussion were things she believed were more likely to be encountered in a medical environment than what she thought the lab should be fitted to do. Why would a covert, threat-response organisation concern themselves with medical procedures? she wondered.

Whatever he said, I agreed. I just wanted him to like me more. I thought that if I gave him my whole heart, he would give me his in return. But I was wrong. When I finally woke up, I heard Jacob talking to the doctor. "What's wrong with her? Why is she getting nosebleeds?" Before the doctor could respond, I cut in, "I'm fine." I looked at the doctor, silently begging him not to say anything. The doctor caught on and said, "Ms. Barnes' condition isn't serious. The nosebleed was likely due to fever or fatigue."

I almost ignore it but something makes me answer. "Mr. Cross?" A woman's voice, professional and cautious. "This is Dr. Sarah Mitchell from Mercy General Hospital. I have a patient here who listed you as her emergency contact. Vanessa Beauchamp?" My heart stops. "What happened? Is she okay?" "She was brought in about an hour ago. She's stable now but she's asking for you. Can you come down?" I'm already grabbing my keys. "I'm on my way. What happened?" "I can't discuss details over the phone, but please hurry." She hangs up and I'm running for the elevator, my heart pounding so hard I think it might break through my ribs.

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic outburst as she went on and on about the possibilities. Traffic hit us hard about ten minutes later. An accident up ahead…cars piled up, sirens wailing, people out of their vehicles yelling. Total chaos. We sat there crawling inch by inch for almost thirty minutes before things finally started moving again. By the time we pulled into the hospital parking lot, my stomach was in knots. I led the way to the front desk. “Hi, I got a call earlier. The patient I brought in a few weeks ago is awake. I listed myself as guardian…Isabella Barnes.”

Anything would help to keep my mind off that. There was a knock on the door and before anything could be said the door opened and then shut almost as quickly. “You’re both up early.” Bart called from the door. He walked over to us and set his small medical bag down. “Alright Karen, since you’re my patient right now, I need to see how you are healing from the repairs I made yesterday. I also need to run a couple tests on you to make sure you didn’t contract anything from those vile pigs. I meant to do it yesterday, but I forgot between trying to get your injuries addressed and keeping Joanne calm.” He explained as he pulled out a couple sticks with something white on the end.

“Mind if I ask you a few questions?” Accident. The way he said it made my skin prickle. “Of course.” He sat across from me and flipped open his notepad. “When was the last time you spoke to your father?” “Three weeks ago. He was in a rehab facility upstate.” “A rehab facility?” “Serenity Pines.” Barnes wrote something down in his notebook. “And you weren’t aware he’d left the facility?” “No. I thought—” My throat tightened. “I thought he was safe there.”

Marcus drove aimlessly, trying to cool his head and avoid escalating the argument with Valerie. Yet, his heart guided him to a place he instinctively knew wouldn’t bring him peace. Parking outside the hospital, he stepped out of the car, ready to confront the turmoil consuming him. At the reception desk, he approached the nurse on duty. “Excuse me, I’m Mr. Bartz. My wife was here yesterday, but I’m looking for a friend whose girlfriend is hospitalized here. I don’t have his phone number or know her room number. Could you help me locate him?”

I saw Nico and Ruslan heading towards the door, the confidence they exuded was dangerous but I didn't flinch. I had seen my kids. All I had to do was to go to them, grab them and make my way back to New York and start all over again. The moment the house emptied with Ruslan gone, Lara gone, and even the guards stepping out for their assigned patrol, I moved. "Emergency!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "His vitals are crashing, anybody there, can you hear me?" I cried. The sound of rushing footsteps followed my voice and within seconds, two doctors and a nurse burst into Benny's room with a stretcher and med kit.

My hands were shaking so hard I had to retype the message three times. The urgent care parking lot was almost empty. I carried August in with James trailing behind, got checked in by a nurse who took one look at August's flushed face and moved us to a room immediately. They put us in a small exam room with a bed and one chair and equipment I tried not to look at too closely because it would make me more anxious.

he instructed, and the car pulled away from the building. "No, take us to St. Anne's Clinic," I said, giving Cross the address before Zenith could object. He turned partway in his seat, enough for me to catch the irritation on his face. "The nearest hospital is six minutes away. You want us to drive fifteen with him burning up like this?" "His doctor is at St. Anne's, and she knows his history. Anywhere else means repeating tests we've already run a hundred times." "What history?" he asked, watching me now through the rear-view mirror instead of turning fully around.