Beyond Caring Novels & Stories

The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anytime he looked at her. “Hello, Benedict,” Kallista said coolly. “Benedict?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You used to call me Dad.” “That was a long time ago,” She murmured back, looking down at her luggage. “Enough,” Dorothea said, Kallista could hear the exasperation in her voice from a mile away. “Benedict, she’s had a rough day. Her apartment burned down.” Benedict raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Is that so? And you decided to come back home?”

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm orange glow over the bustling streets, we decide to round up our shopping adventure with coffee and pastries at Catherine's favorite café. Over hot cups of coffee and plates of sweet pastries, we share stories, gossip, and laughter, and jokes. The bond we shared had gotten stronger overtime and I'm really grateful to have them in my life. We all appreciate each other's company, finding a sense of belonging and camaraderie that I cherish greatly. As the night draws nearer, they all agree on dropping me at my house to ensure my safety which I deeply appreciate and afterwards we exchange goodbyes and hugs. Catherine volunteers to stay with me till Sebast

If I toss him over, he'll have his belly stabbed with his bone. Oh shit. Damn it, man. Why would Ellis send me to motherfucking do this? He knows I've never done this kind of shit before. I'm just a good for nothing Bella that knows no shit about this damn job. Fuck!!! All I was taught was how to fucking clean wounds and do some shitty jobs just to ease him off some work. I'm not a damn medical practitioner. What the fuck? I noticed the panic in his eyes, noticing my undeniable fear. He was shivering and the beeping of the machine was rapidly increasing.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, as if they wanted time to slow down. Aurelia stood beside the bed, smiling widely though her eyes were misty. “You see? That was a great surprise, right?” she said softly. Caca only nodded against her father’s chest, unwilling to let go. Her quiet sobs came and went. Aurelia poured a glass of water and set it on the small table beside the bed, giving the father and daughter space to savor the moment. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Mr. Baskara whispered near Caca’s ear. “Daddy stayed away too long.”

" I insisted he leave. Twenty years ago, I let everything go. It was all over. I moved forward, and I hoped Edward would too. However, he didn't leave. Just as he was about to speak, alarms sounded from the next ward, and medical staff rushed in. I jolted upright, grabbing his hand. "Help me over there!" My partner was being resuscitated again. This was already the third time. He had to make it this time. I stood outside, waiting anxiously. I had seen scenes like this too many times, but this time felt different. Edward tried to comfort me. "It's okay. This is the best hospital. The doctors are top-tier. I believe he'll pull through."

The doctor's voice was frantic. "No!" Her mother's sharp voice echoed from the hallway. "The last remaining Rh-null plasma in the blood bank is reserved for Serena! Serena was startled just now, what if she has an episode? That's her life-saving blood! Elara is tough, she won't die!" "But she..." "Shut up! I'm the guardian! Go check on Serena first, her finger is scraped, and she's still crying!" Her father's voice followed, filled with utter disregard for Elara.

I reached out to his hand, and he clenched my palm like his life depended on it. “I won’t lie to you, Rebecca. I know this is our first time seeing each other. I shouldn’t be telling you all of this, but since the past year, I’ve been broke. I was robbed at gunpoint, and everything I had was taken from me. All I’ve been doing to treat myself is self-medication and support groups.” he said. But how could someone call self-medication and support groups treatment or term it as if he was working on it? “NO!” I exclaimed.

However, his joy turned to dismay at the school carnival when his father forgot to tell the babysitter to bake cookies, and he ended up with generic cookies instead of the homemade bear-shaped ones his mother used to bake. Surrounded by classmates who craved his mother's famous treats, Calvin had a sudden epiphany: maybe his mother was not so bad after all. Then there was Chester Harris who despised the scheming woman who had taken his mother's place. However, during a thunderstorm, as he pressed against the door, the absence of his mother's soothing hum from the other side sent him into a tailspin. Mandy York came next, her blood pressure spiking again, then needing meds to keep it in check

I whispered, my voice breaking. “I know it hurts,” Christi said softly, leaning closer. “But we have to stay strong together. Your dad wouldn’t want you to give up.” I leaned into Christi, allowing my sobs to escape. “What’s the point of living without him? Everything feels so meaningless now.” She wrapped her arms around me tighter, her own tears spilling onto my shoulder. “Maya, listen. You’re not alone. I’m here and we’ll get through thistogether.” Just then, doctors and nurses streamed into the room, their hurried movements breaking the moment. Without even registering my surroundings, Christi had pressed the alarm button, prompting their quick response. The medical team surrounded me, t

I bid them farewell, watching them leave with a heavy heart. “I feel bad,” I whispered to Bell, who nodded in agreement. Returning to my room, I changed into my vest and spandex, tying my hair into a ponytail. I sat on the floor, closing my eyes and beginning my meditation. I needed to find some semblance of peace amid the tumult of emotions that had overwhelmed me today. Meditation was my sanctuary, a place where I could seek solace and calm my restless mind.