Clark Abandoned Hospital Novels & Stories

Clara is discharged from the hospital the next morning. Caleb and I bring her to Vaughn estate. Big house on the edge of town where he grew up. A hospice nurse is already there setting up the bedroom. Medical equipment, oxygen tank, hospital bed. Clara walks through the front door. Stops and looks around. "Last time I'll see this house," she says quietly. "Don't talk like that," Caleb says. "It's true. I'm not leaving here again. Not alive anyway."

The way Tara said those words, she wasn’t asking but ordering this man in front of us to tell us something that we needed to know. “My family owns this hospital.” after he said those words, I was struck right to my chest, but then, I remained silent. I don’t want to complain because I know I have no right to do it. “Sorry for keeping this fact for a long time. I know that we grew up together and hid these things for a long time.” Clark added and immediately averted his gaze.

"Clark, what are you doing? The doctor said you need to stay in bed for a month!" Clark shrugged him off, replying coldly, "Stop pretending to be a loving father. Save that act for your illegitimate son outside." Cyrus' face flushed with embarrassment, his hand hovering in the air, unsure whether to put it down. "You…" Ignoring him, Clark walked out of the hospital room. In the hallway, a crowd had gathered, all eyes on Rebecca, who was struggling desperately on the floor. Rebecca looked frantic, her hands flailing to keep people away, her face etched with terror.

Clark vowed with a cold expression. The nurse covered Mary, Clark barged out of the ward and stormed out of the hospital, he entered his car and ignored all calls from Uncle Michael and Sarah who cared about his safety. "I don't think we should let him be alone in this situation, please follow him." Sarah pleaded. "You are right, it's not safe for him, take care of Joey, I will follow him." Uncle Michael replied and quickly entered his car too and darted out of the hospital following Clark, he drove behind him until he saw him stopped at a police station.

The elderly lady in her 60s said, and I approached her. “What is wrong, ma'am?” “We have been abandoned by our clinic, which formerly provided us with perks. They placed us in this compound. We all have heart issues, and they have promised to assist us. They eventually provided us with refuge and medical aid. However, when the clinic ran into issues, they abandoned us and declared bankruptcy. We don't know what to do. We don't know where we'll receive our daily requirements.” “Oh, whose clinic are you referring to?” “The Montecarlo Clinic's owner gets perks from the Monte-Hospital, but we don't know why the hospital ceased delivering them. We are now suffering as a result of this.”

Clara was abandoned in the hospital while Elizabeth and Selene left. That way, they would be able to treat her and not hold anyone responsible. Even though Annie wasn’t going to like this kind of news, they had to tell her the truth. “Are you trying to say that you guys took her to the hospital? I suffered to have Clara in our custody.” Annie yelled. However, Selene couldn’t take the rudeness that Annie lashed out on her mum anymore so she took the phone from her mother and warned Annie to stay away.

"When Clark arrived, the doctor was already dead. His body was hidden in the garage at Marldosa Gardens. You should remember that place." Willow's face turned pale, and she nodded slightly. After her divorce from Quentin, Matthew had said he found a colleague's apartment for her at Marldosa Gardens. Later, she and Theodore discovered it was actually Matthew's place. "Clark also found out that, when you first moved into that building, Joey rented an apartment across from yours for a time." Willow felt a chill run down her spine. She had been completely unaware of these things. Theodore moved on from that topic and continued to what had happened today.

Clara's POV The hospital was on the eastern edge of the city. It was not the same building I had died in, which had been in a different city entirely, different walls and different corridors and a different white ceiling. But it was a hospital and I was coming to it as a donor advisor and board member for a new women's health initiative that had been proposed by one of the foundation's partner organizations. I had not avoided hospitals since the rebirth. I had been in plenty of them. Eleanor's birth. The health scare. Routine visits. The particular anxiety that the word hospital had once carried in my previous life had worn down over years of encountering them in ordinary circumstances.

No high-tech medical intervention could change the inevitable. I pushed thoughts of Betty out of my mind. Three days later, though, I got a call that pulled me right back in. "Ms. Aria?" The voice on the phone was unfamiliar. "This is the Cromwell Medical Center. Mr. Clark isn't doing well. He keeps asking for you..." After a moment's hesitation, I made my way to the hospital. Joseph was a shadow of his former self, lying in the hospital bed, a maze of tubes invading his body.

"Something's happened with your family. Derek's racked up a huge debt with some online lenders — nobody's sure exactly how much, but the collectors have already shown up at the house more than once." He lowered his voice. "He's gone into hiding now. Nobody can reach him. Your dad got so worked up his blood pressure spiked to dangerous levels — he's in the hospital. The doctor said if they'd gotten him there any later, it could have killed him." He glanced at me. "Chloe's had it worse. The day the collectors showed up, she got into it with one of them, got shoved, and fell down a flight of stairs. Broke her leg."