Clark Abandoned Hospital Novels & Stories

I said flatly. My voice wasn't loud, yet it commanded the entire room. "Since Ms. Young thinks I've tarnished the hospital's image, clearly, this hospital doesn't deserve me. As of this moment, I resign from all my positions at Heartwell Hospital and revoke the usage rights for every patented technology under my name." With that, I turned to look at Ryan, who was gobsmacked. "Dr. Clark, is that invitation from Unity Hospital still open?" Ryan's face lit up so brightly that every wrinkle on his face creased. "Of course it is! I've kept the director's position open for you for five years!"

The baby kicks again, harder this time, as if answering him. The notes are scattered across the war room table, stained with Evans' blood. I sift through them with trembling fingers, the words blurring. Facility. Sublevel. Church. A derelict church. Of course. The irony isn't lost on me—a holy place hiding something so monstrous. Claire leans over my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. "That's St. Mary's. Abandoned years ago after the fire." Vienna's claws tap against the table. "It's a trap."

He had been so busy with the pack work that he had abandoned but he made time to be in my hospital room every night when I thought he was asleep. “What are you looking for?” Clara asked when she noticed me looking around the hospital while she signed my discharge forms. I gave a dismissive shrug but she could clearly see through it. “We asked him not to come. I thought it would be easier for you if he wasn’t here today.”

“Avi traced a burner phone Maddox used to contact an arms dealer in Jersey. We’re moving fast. The police are on board, but we need to be surgical. We can’t afford another mistake.” Clara nodded. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Whatever it takes.” --- Hours later, night blanketed the hospital like a suffocating curtain. The world beyond the windows was cold and still. Somewhere in the building, a baby cried. Somewhere else, a machine flatlined. Clara found herself in the chapel. It was a quiet, forgotten space on the third floor, tucked between the ICU and the staff lounge. The walls were stone, the pews narrow and worn smooth by years of desperate hands and bent knees.

“All that matters is that our child is healthy. Don’t worry about anything else. We need to get out of here and transfer our boy to a state hospital.” Having no faith in Serenity 37, Clark just wanted to leave the place. His child’s surgery was a success. It was not the best idea to transfer him out post-op, but Clark needed peace of mind. Erin did not have better ideas, so he followed her husband out of Serenity 37.

Clark grabbed his leather jacket and backpack before heading out to the door. Clark pulled the car key out of his pocket and hurriedly started the car heading to their house. Clark felt worried as he was not able to inform Porter or his parents about sleeping at the clinic.

Chet shook his head and replied, "I don't blame you for it. He deserves this." Warren held Evelyn's hand as they left Sally's hospital ward. They happened to walk past Clara's ward. A nurse ran to Warren and reported, "Mr. Larkin, Clara refused to accept treatment. She has gone on a hunger strike as well and is trying to commit suicide." Warren instantly stopped walking and glanced into the room. That was the first time he saw Clara since the incident.