Barnes Crossing Urgent Care Novels & Stories

The second transfer was also set up, Barnes could stop it with a call if there was an issue, but otherwise it would happen automatically at 11:30 tonight. Barnes gave final instructions and then, with a terrible day almost over, he fled the building. His final act before he turned off his phone was a call home, asking for a "number 4." He needed somebody to comfort him; the code meant his (third) wife and his adult daughter would be waiting at home naked, to greet him at the door with a brandy old fashioned drink, some brandy old fashioned kringle from Racine (both Wisconsin specialities), and their own worm embrace. They would remove his clothes and lead him to a bed where their naked and w

Parking the car on the curb, we sprinted inside. Hospital Corridor Fluorescent lights illuminated the sterile hallway as we ran past reception. I barreled toward triage; nurses barely glanced at me. I caught sight of Sophia’s name on the board—Room 314. My heart lodged in my throat. A curtain parted. The nurse outside Room 314 looked up, her expression guarded. “Mr. Cross, Ms. Blackwood, I… I’m sorry. She’s in critical condition. Internal bleeding. We stabilized her, but—” Her words cut off as she glanced at me, fear in her eyes.

Date = 21 January (very late at night) Still no end to this fucking ongoing day. Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical) POV - Damion “Get Dr. Burden on the phone. Now.” My head lifts a fraction from where it’s been hanging between my knees. Doc Barney’s voice cuts through the ER like a scalpel. He’s at the nursing station a few feet away, shoulders tight, spine ramrod straight. Even through the fog in my skull, something in his posture feels wrong.