Cyrus General Hospital Novels & Stories

"Sorry, that took too long. I'll need you to answer a few questions before we can proceed." "Sure," "Let's get it over with," Cyrus whined and I felt the need to apologize on his behalf. "Do either of you have any symptoms right or concerns right now?" She took out a small notepad to write down our answers. "No," Cyrus responded once I opened my mouth. "But he's horny all the time, maybe he needs to be checked or something." My heart dropped when he said that. The nurse glanced at me and she chuckled, shaking her head with a smile.

My temples throbbed constantly, a dull ache that sharpened whenever I raised my voice or focused too hard. As if that weren’t enough, Cyrus had developed a fever the previous night. When I pressed my lips to his forehead, the heat startled me. He whimpered softly in his sleep, lashes damp against his cheeks. The private medical team assigned especially to him arrived quickly, calm and efficient. They said it was a common flu. A simple reaction to the sudden change in environment, his small body adjusting once again. I nodded and thanked them, but the words felt hollow. Somewhere, somehow, I felt like I was failing.

A thin veneer over something that would crack if struck right. Cyrus stepped into his path, one hand raised—not touching, blocking. "Sir, you need to—" "Where is my brother?" Brother. Cyrus glanced at the gurney. The unconscious kid, chest now exposed, bruising spreading like ink in water across his left thorax. Then back at the standing one—identical features arranged in rigid terror. Same sharp cheekbones, same dark hair, same mouth shaped for arrogance rather than fear. "Trauma One." Cyrus kept his voice level. "I'm Dr. Datu. You are?"

I rushed out and grabbed Cyrus, who was pruning the flowers. Cyrus was startled. "Mr. Blackwood mentioned that his chest felt tight this afternoon, so he went to Hopewell Hospital in the north of the city for a checkup. He only left a moment ago…" Hopewell Hospital in the north of the city. Without a second thought, I grabbed a baton nearby and bolted out the door. Rain lashed against my face, yet I couldn't feel the cold. There was only a single thought screaming in my mind. I couldn't let anything happen to him. Not on my watch!

I held my chest in pain as tears began to leak from my eyes. “why are you so worried, don’t worry, the doctor told me she doesn’t have much time to live, when she dies, I’ll take her inheritance and marry you,” Cyrus declared with a smile. An even sharper pain seared through my chest and a gasp escaped my lips, I shouldn’t be surprised by his train of thought but yet again I was surprised. The innocent image of Cyrus when I met him and the image of him presently began to overlap in my mind. When did he change so much or was he always like this?

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

Cyrus said as he bid me goodbye, standing in front of my apartment. “We’re friends, you know I’ll come running when you want me to..” I answered, with a bit of a lie, I felt my heart race when I saw him lie unconscious on that bed, I wanted to be there with him, to see him open his eyes, a broken heart, an open wound, it needed healing, it needed love. The next morning, I rushed down to the hospital, snacks in hand, without telling Cyrus. Luckily, the moment I got into the room, it was quite empty, whoever was supposed to watch him might have been on a break.

He had to consider Mathew, Ethan's younger brother, and his grandfather as well. Since he wasn't leaving the house for the time being, he decided to focus on gaining Luna's love and making her fall for his charms, promising himself that he was going to address the issue once he had taken care of the most important thing to him. While at the hospital, Cyrus finally opened his eyes. He had been given anesthesia, which made him sleepy but also helped with the pain because his length was in severe pain. While he was still lying on the bed, two officers came. When he saw them, he scrunched his brows. His first thought was that Miriam wanted to get him arrested because of the video he had made.

he said and I remembered everything that happened, how Cyrus died and how I had passed out while trying to bring him back to life. “How is Cyrus, is he alive” “What are you talking about Scarlet,” he asked as he handed the cup of coffee to me. I took the cup of coffee from him “Cyrus died yesterday, he was stabbed. Tanya and I tried to revive him with the blood moon flower. Vincent laughed lightly “are you seeing visions now” he touched my head “Cyrus didn’t die and he is too powerful to be killed by a stab” “It was because he was weak, he lost most of his energy”

She wouldn’t lie seeing the man who always tried to come out tough and rough looking so down and weak today made her weirdly sad for him. Cyrus was the rare case she ever had in her whole career. He was a strong build psycho yet it was so rare to see someone with such dangerous disorders trying to hold himself together and heal himself. Cases like him used to be sent to an asylum and sometimes she even had to give up on a few people with such disorders as they weren’t ready to corporate with her yet Cyrus proved her wrong that every person with those disorders can’t control themselves or doesn’t want to heal. She could see how much he was trying to be healed. And the times she had a session