Cyrus General Hospital Novels & Stories

he said letting out a sigh of tiredness, ~~~ Cyrus's Point of View ~~~ I am sitting here with my father and my two best friends acting like I have a memory loss even though I don't. Astonishing, right? Well, things might have gone a little different than they were supposed to a little earlier. ~~~ About an hour earlier ~~~ I wake up in an empty room laying down in a hospital bed. I take a look at my surroundings before my eyes land on a doctor. "Welcome back to the world," he says taking me by surprise,

They were engrossed in their embrace until they fell on his white bed. Claude suddenly turned over again, arms crossed, looking at Cyrus from above. He had to work very hard not to bite his tongue to confirm if the scene that was unfolding was real. Cyrus's short jet-black hair was scattered on the white bed; her clothes were sloppy; her wine-coloured sweater was pulled back halfway, exposing her toned stomach and graceful waistline. In Claude's opinion, Cyrus is the owner of countless secrets. Starting from Derek Thomas, Claude no longer believes that a person of noble background, highly educated and difficult to approach like Cyrus will suddenly have goodwill with him.

Cyrus gave Kyra a big hug, “o, I know who you are. I’m Osiris’ fucking best friend. I know all the gossip. So you and Ari made up? Is that before or after you kicked his ass?” Ari didn’t even growl, he just laughed. “She never stopped. It keeps me on my toes. Just like your daughter does to Asher, I suppose.” Cyrus nodded, “the best wives do. Speaking of fucking wives? Where did mine go to?” And he walked off, chasing behind April who had already gone into the living room. I could finally take my hands away from Aeryn’s ears. “It’s good to see you all. Let’s go into the living room.”

"It's not your fault, Dad. I was the one who fell in love with the wrong person. But it's all in the past now. You were right, Dad. What's happened in the past should stay in the past. We should keep looking forward." Dad nodded and said, "It's good that you're thinking about it this way." As for Cyrus, Dad knew that I didn't read anything he sent, so he explained to me patiently. Apparently, Cyrus was the second son of the Goshan family, and he came from a prominent background. He was musically gifted and was Dad's student for a long while. He had been kidnapped when he was younger, and after that incident, he became a lot quieter and more reserved. Doctors later diagnosed him as being on t

Cyrus is fencing his son so that he will not do anything to harm him. “Uncle, I’m sorry!” Trisha could not stand up from her seat because her knees were shaking. She was afraid of what Cyril was doing to himself and his fist bled. Cyrus let out a violent sigh when he saw someone lying on the floor. That was the first thing he approached and checked his wrist. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found out he was still breathing and seemed to be waking up. “Jomar, take the lady to her room first.”

“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen. “It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge. “Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile. Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks. I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.

He would definitely be held responsible if a thing happens to Marvy or is there something else to this? I eyed him suspiciously tho he wasn't facing me, his attention was centered on Marvy as he watched the doctors attend to her through the transparent glass. * Some Minutes Later * The few doctors who were in with Marvy came out almost in a troop, only one walked over to us and I recognized him as our family doctor, Mr Cyrus. " How's she Mr Cyrus? " Dad asked as Mr Cyrus walked over to us. I was standing right next to dad by now.

Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear. No. Freaking. Way. "Excuse me Doctor, who is that lady over there?" I asked, interrupting the conversation. "Oh, that's our new cardiologist, Doctor Giordana," he replied. Rob and I glanced at each other, then where she stood and back to the Doctor. "Is there a problem?" The doctor asked. "No, nothing, just carry on," I said. Some minutes later, we concluded the discussion and excused ourselves. "Did you see her or have I started hallucinating?" I asked Rob as we stepped out of the ward.

"Cyrus, do you have any idea what suspending that project means? It means tens of millions in initial investment going down the drain!" "I can always earn more money, but I can't just watch my son die!" Cyrus roared. "Enough!" My vision went black, and a heavy weight seemed to crush my chest. A wave of nausea and dizziness, stronger than ever before, washed over me. Clutching my chest, my legs gave way and I collapsed. … When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. Cyrus sat by the bed, clutching a piece of paper, his expression blank.

He looked nervously toward Jameson, who was looking emotionless. Right at this moment, the hospital room door burst open, and Jameson watched Cyrus march in. He was casually dressed, and he had a frigid air about him. "Hello, Mr. Schmidt. I believe I won't need to introduce myself again," Cyrus smirked coldly. That said, he still flashed his badge per his usual practice. "It's been a while, Cyrus." The smile on Jameson's face was friendly and warm. There was not a single hint of wickedness in his smile.