Book English Patient Novels & Stories

“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'm sorry, Mr. Bartz, but I can’t provide patient information,” the nurse replied politely. “I think I didn’t explain myself well. I’m not asking for patient details. I just need to find my friend. His name is Peter Palmer, and the patient is Celeste Johnson. She’s a teacher at my son’s school and was admitted with leg fractures after an accident at Clearmount International School.” The nurse, Beatrice, recognized him immediately as the attentive husband of the pregnant woman who had b

The patient ought to ask for another doctor. "The patient's last name is Chamberlain—" Before the nurse finished speaking, Louie shot to his feet instinctively.

Her voice was barely audible to him. "Where is she now?" he inquired. "She is in the town hospital." She said, raising her voice a little. Ethan got up and sauntered to the sitting room's glass wall to call someone while glancing at the girl. "Hello, doctor. Hold on, please." After pausing his call, he asked Arabella the name of the patient. "What is the patient's name?" "Angela Simon," she uttered. "I heard you have a patient called Angela Simon." He paused to listen to the doctor's words.

The name of the hospital had the word ‘royal’ in it. The nurse had an English accent and the name of the hospital didn’t feel American. “Where am I?” she enquired. Clara blinked in surprise at how her voice sounded. That wasn’t her normal voice. She had sounded English when she said that short question. Even when she was tired, her voice was always clearly American. “In hospital,” Anna informed her gently and helped her back into bed and pulled the bedcovers over her. “You’ve been unconscious for a while.” The information wasn’t of much use to her, she had already worked out she was in hospital. She looked out of the window to see nothing but trees and a grey sky. It didn’t look like it was

Everyone looked over at the busy man. "The patient has a concussion, sir." The doctor hastily explained. "He hit his head pretty hard on something. I'll do the basic to figure out if it has affected his brain or something, but I fear he'll need more medical atten...." "Elle a vraiment besoin de votre aide." The patient whispered again, saying 'she really needs your help' in English translation. "What in the world is he mumbling about?" Elva wondered. "Like the doctor said...he's not well." Max reminded. Arian turned back to finish the argument.

He ignored her, turning his attention to me. I pulled against my restraints, panic surging through my exhausted body. The straps held firm. I was a sitting duck. Kazi walked toward me. The whirrr-clank of his suit was terrifyingly loud. He stopped inches from my face, the smell of oil and old blood rolling off him. He looked at me with a mixture of disgust and pity. "Patient Zero," Kazi said, his voice low. "The boy who wouldn't die." "Please," I rasped, my throat raw. "I didn't do anything."

Looks like an old romance movie. SHE HEAVED a deep sigh when she reached the condominium where Mr. Montemayor is staying. She discovered that this place is owned by his new patient. Wow, he's that rich! 30th floor. When she entered the said floor, she was welcomed by a woman, maybe five or seven years older than her. She must be Ms. Ashley, Mr. Havoc Montemayor's secretary.

Some of them were sleeping, others were sitting up, looking around confusedly. One patient was awake, though she wasn't paying much attention to anyone, instead watching the television with wide eyes. Another patient appeared to be having trouble breathing; she was wheezing and struggling, her whole body trembling. The nurse rushed past, calling for help and giving orders at once. Then, there was another patient laying in a bed on the other side of the room, his pale skin covered in sweat and tears staining his cheeks. His breathing was erratic and shallow as his heart raced. It seemed like an eternity later when a man came rushing into the room, pushing a wheelchair. He looked worried and s

They passed us by and went to the room where the sound came from. When the door opened, I vaguely had a peek. I only saw a hospital bed with a bunch of monitors beside it. And a thin patient. Doctor Henry blocked my view before I could take a look at the patient's face. The nurses and Doctor Henry were busy inside the room. It was chaotic for a while. "His heart is failing! His pulse is low!" "Defibrillator! Let's revive him!" "His heart would not take it!" What a very intense scene. The situation might not be good for that patient.

Jacob got so angry that he was about to run at a lightning speed outside the hospital but there came a panic voice of one nurse, “a patient is missing, a patient from room number 102 is missing.” Room number 102 was Sofiya’s room number. Jacob rushed to the room and looked around but she was nowhere to be seen. He came out of the room and rushed outside. The telephone at the front desk rang and there was nobody to attend the call as everyone was busy searching for the lost patient.