Book English Patient Novels & Stories

“I agree.” Alpha Shawn went to the left side of the bunker while I focused on mine. I moved to the first bed. “Present this patient.” I said, and a slender nurse with blonde hair cleared her throat before speaking. “A forty-two-year-old, has a mate and two pups. Was apparently well until the eve of the Moon Fever…” “Stop,” I growled, finding it difficult to hide my frustration. “You are?” “Elly,” she replied quickly, bowing her head. I forced a smile at her, then leaned toward my patient.

I called out slowly with low or no energy left in me. The nurse looked at the picture, looked at me, scoffed, Smiled, pointed to the old picture and said “I am so sorry ma, but you don't expect me to know who this man is through this old picture In front of me. Speak to me in plain language her voice cracking like a confused soul, then I will understand who it is you want to see.

Noticing a trace of urgency in Lena’s eyes, Emma added quickly, "It’s alright, I’m about to leave too. See you when we get back home." She watched Lena’s departing figure, guessing that Lena wasn’t here purely as a work partner… Perhaps overheard voices in the corridor. The door from the patient room opened from the inside, and it was the nurse who opened it. The patient room was modern and upscale, with spacious floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the cityscape. Zayn said he’d wait in the corridor. Suddenly, Lena felt inexplicably nervous. She entered, passed through an area with a sofa, and then through another door, finally coming upon the patient in bed.

A tear trickled down her cheek as her eyes focused and the cage bars came into her vision she doubted she would ever be free again. ‘Good morning my dear, it is good to see you awake at last’ She jumped at the voice and turned her head her befuddled brain trying to assimilate his words as he helped her out of the cage and onto another gurney. It clicked, ‘You are English’ She said surprised then tried to sit up and he moved quickly to her side, ‘Take it slowly little human, don’t want you being sick again’ She leaned against him as her head swam dizzily, when it settled she looked around her it was not like the other room, it wasn’t clinical,

Too much. "Claire's back!" Someone called out. More people gathered. Around me. Smiling faces. Familiar strangers. All expecting me. To be someone. I wasn't. I smiled. Nodded. Said the right things. But inside. I was screaming. "Your first patient. Is in room 314," Jenny said. She handed me a chart. "Mrs. Patterson. Hip replacement. It should be easy." I took the chart. The words. Looked like symbols. Human medical terms. I didn't understand. Claire's memories. Gave me pieces. But not enough.

“She gets it.” I paused by his bed. The ward stretched around the same curve that the building followed. Windows let light in and beds were set a few feet apart. Every single bed had a patient in. I let out a shaky breath. “What’s your name, Sir?” I asked, checking the chart at the foot of his bed. “Sir,” he laughed. “I like that. I’m Tom Barns. Pleasure.” He pretended to dip his cap to me, then coughed.

which I was really and able to understand as it seemed like some other language rather than English so without any further delays I just took out my phone and started translating it with the help of it and as soon after translation what I got really shocked me to the core " I won't leave you, because now you will see the real game as until now it was just a trailer and now you have to pay for your deeds for sure as you can run but really can't hide from me”, and it was written on it which was in Italian language And suddenly I heard a bang on the door which kind of brought me back to senses as I was a little scared after reading the note and when I opened it I saw a nurse standing out of the

Hannah had just come out with her patient who was ahead of me alphabetically, so I was next. Carrying the PHLEB kit and wearing PPE I closed the door when I entered. Sir Bartolome raised an eyebrow at me when he realized I was not with the patient. "Where's your patient, Eleanor?" Seriously, the strength of his voice and seems to always be shouting at you. "I can extract blood from myself sir—" "Of course you can, but I need to see your performance with a patient. So where's your patient?" I tightened my grip on the handle of the box, "Then will you volunteer to be my patient, sir?" I asked without any expression that had his dry lips apart.

the nurse replies, “Okay call me any doctor around," Zack says, and the nurse walked to the doctor's office and says, “ the patient wants to see you ma,” the nurse says, “Okay, am coming,” the doctor says, and she stood up and walked to the intensive unit she says, “how are you?“ the doctor asked, “am not fine,” Zack says, “and what am I doing here?“ he asked, “Relax, I will explain to you later,” the doctor says,

“I apologize. I need to ask about a patient. My German is not good. Do you speak English?” She studied me, her gaze going from my exhausted face to my damp backpack. “I can assist you. Name of the patient?” “Henri Julliard,” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking. She typed the name into her computer. The silence while she worked felt like years. Every second stretched, confirming my worst fears that she would say, We have no one here by that name, or He was transferred to a government facility six months ago. Finally, she looked up, her expression neutral. “Mr. Julliard is a long-term patient here. Section C.”